Tag: childhood trauma

Until a few months ago, my diaries and I had been inseparable for more than 60 years. We had stuck together despite moving house more than 24 times in my search for peace within. Never a day apart. The diaries were my one constant from age 12. They were my...

My father believed in magic. He forever chased bigger and better, shouting his ideas from the rooftops so the world would look his way. My mother was, and remains, eloquent, challenging and well-spoken. In childhood, I struggled to be heard and understood because the need of both parents to be...

Unknown number comes up on my phone. I hesitate to answer but decide it might be important. There is a woman’s voice on the other end of the line. She begins to ramble on to me. Repeat words jump out at me, words like, “Domestic violence!” “Children in need…what a...