Although I enjoy visiting my mother, I don't enjoy going to her house. Her house is filled with things from my past, painful things, and being there is a stark reminder of how my life used to be ( Read more... )

On the news this week there was a story about a young girl that had been bitten in the face by an alligator. The jaws clamped down literally over one of her eyes and down to her cheekbone. But in looking at her, her scars are minimal. Extraordinary ( Read more... )

As a child, time literally seemed to stand still. I can remember summer vacations lasting FOREVER and the distance between birthdays seemingly endless ( Read more... )

I've never understood why eating disorders were more socially "acceptable" than self-injury. These behaviors share many of the same characteristics and root causes, yet if you tell someone you have an eating disorder, they nod their head, offer sympathy and move on. The world feels free to ask the person with the eating disorder questions and only ( Read more... )

In preparation for a television interview next week, the reporter called and asked if I would be willing to show my scars on the air and I said no. You could tell my response was something he had not anticipated and he asked me why ( Read more... )