Dragon In You

The holidays have always come with expectation. Each year the picture in my head grew smaller and smaller of what a loving festivity should look like. But try as I might to have it “just be another day.” The Holidays were not.   Decorations, a constant reminder of those who love this season. A feeling I wished I had but that sensation so unfamiliar. So what was I to do? For a few years after my husband died I hid from all things that were a celebration. Repeating the phrase “this is just another day.” But what was I so afraid of? What part of myself was shamed for not having a partner by my side or the guster required to flood the house with autumn colors and then turn winter theme? What about majestic snow covered mountains drew me in and also broke my heart (read blog post ‘Pitch of Honesty’ for that explanation.)  So this year, surrounded by some friends one of them posed a question. “How are we going to be kind to ourselves as moms and not aim for perfection this year duri...

I sat in the hospital room once again with one of my children. It was a San Diego winter but non the less, sick season was upon us. Since my son was born it seemed the Emergency Room was our unwelcome second home. With ear infections and the flu becoming us (what felt like weekly). Every time my son got a sniffle I knew this was where we would land for a breathing treatment and a steroid shot, to then be sent on our way. So in some respect it was normal. A unfortunate familiarity. And what I have learned is when I let my guard down is when it’s easier for anxiety to hit me hard and out of nowhere. I sat. Waiting. With the nebulizer in place it was only a matter of time before we would be discharged. My eyes fluttered in a subconscious attempt to take a micro nap. Something I was desperate for, for years. Relief from being tired. My wish would soon be granted by a flood of adrenaline. My least favorite way.  With only curtains separating myself from the patient next door privacy was...

A nice day for me to pitch it to him, hope with a future investor. My book wrapped up neat and tight with a bow, a perfect witness to my life, I wrote. The story is outside of myself now. Giving the audience no minced words or reason to deny my existence.  I no longer needed to remember everything because it was written out. Now the world can know, if they want to. He responds. The movement of sound. His words drifted into my ears, pierced through my flesh and into my soul. I sat there stunned and thrown off balance from the pitch of honesty. Unable to feel the floor beneath me... I was seen. In a light I wasn’t trying to be. Without consciously forcing myself. Naturally. Because what he said reflected that what I had been professing meant something. The manifesto I wrote had bearing and weight because I had just walked him through the thick of it. He acknowledged that the space I held in the world was physical, mental, spiritual.  Living now in the mind of this investor who s...

I’m an Author, EMT and Mom living in San Diego! Yay is my favorite word! I recently wrote a book called “The Dragon In You”. I have many goals for the future in terms of writing and connecting with people.  Dragon In You is a memoir of the first 32 years of my life. I grew up Mormon, started dating my husband (Military for 14 years) who devastatingly struggled with PTSD and coped through addictions. I stayed with him for as long as I could before my physical safety grew more and more at risk. I then had to leave and advocate for him by removing myself. He died in 2021 leaving behind myself and our 2 children. I left the Mormon Church and struggled with God for many years before finding my spirituality again and God. This is my blog to continue to share my writings.