Thanks for the Romance

“If you don’t go after what you want, you’ll never have it. If you don’t ask, the answer is always no. If you don’t step forward, you’re always in the same place.” — Nora Roberts

 Whhhaaaat? Nora Roberts is my girl! I plucked this off of the She Writes website because I am having a particularly tough week and this perked me up a bit. Let me tell you something, many a romance novel has gotten me through the black hole of adolescence. Period pieces were my favorite back then.  Where men wore shirt sleeves (no idea what these are) and women wore petticoats (ewww), but these were all discarded in a frenzy of discrete lust. Sometimes when I’m lonely, which seems to be more often lately, I’ll pick one up and re-read. I have several Nora’s along with about a dozen other authors I picked up along the way.

Thank you to the romance authors for the fun fantasy and a great escape.


I am having the worst time (worst as in emotional and stressful) writing chapters for my memoir about my childhood.  Trying to get back into my 5 year old thoughts after watching my mother die isn’t cute.  The tears that well up and stream down my face while I’m reading aren’t cute.  My depression isn’t cute!  But its OK, because I want to write about it…its healing me, I know it.

Although I remember everything, I am having trouble remembering how I felt.  I decided to look up symptoms of PTSD in kids and I was floored.

  • having frequent memories of the event, or in young children,  play in which  some or all of the trauma is repeated over and over (I loved to beat up boys during recess-I won every time)
  • having upsetting and frightening dreams (laying in bed, I sometimes have obsessive thoughts of someone coming to kill me-it was worse as a kid-getting a dog helped)
  • showing more sudden and extreme emotional reactions (Does calling my English teacher a bitch during class in fifth grade count?  Meanwhile, that was nothing…)
  • having problems falling or staying asleep (The dog helps)
  • showing irritability or angry outbursts (Grrrrr)
  • showing increased alertness to the environment (If you happen to be walking behind me, don’t make any sudden moves, I am ready to shank you.)
  • repeating behavior that reminds them of the trauma (There is a good chance this is why I only enjoy rough sex.  There are worse things…ha! )

So yeah, I may have been a classic case and I still deal with some of these issues, but looking at this list also makes me realize I’m better…and I know I’ll keep getting better as long as I’m facing it and writing about it.

The Scar Left Behind

Laying in bed last night I was startled awake by a sharp noise outside my window.  I still don’t know what it was, but the subsequent bark from my dog Max and then my thudding heart beat confirmed it was real.  In that state, it was difficult to get back to sleep.  And when my eyes closed, I immediately saw “the dark man.”  The dark man was my childhood imaginary killer that would stalk me when I went to bed.  I would close my eyes and see him coming for me with a knife.  It’s crazy to me that thirty years later he still haunts me, but he doesn’t scare me as much as he used to.  I can’t get rid of this obsessive thought about him cutting off my arms or legs, I can see it quite clearly in fact, but I can dismiss it for what it is, a scar from the trauma of my mother’s death.  I’m used to pushing away those thoughts, but they will always come back.  I just keep pushing.