Lace, Coffee and Hope for a Bright Future

As I scrolled through the registry of tartans, I glanced across mine a simple green and red, my family tartan, which I’m so proud to hold. My hot cup of coffee in one hand and hours of bedrest ahead of me I had taken on the task of learning the language Scottish-Gaelic and literally engrossingContinue reading “Lace, Coffee and Hope for a Bright Future”

The Strength of Black and White Handcuffs

Black and white handcuffs still my arms as I wake from my sleeplessness. I’ve woken into a categorized world and I’m no category. I’m a misnomer. This is how I feel now after living with TBI. There seems to be no place for my wild heart to roam in this chaotic world. As my fingersContinue reading “The Strength of Black and White Handcuffs”