Grandma

I lost my grandma at the end of June.

While her health was not the best, her death still took me by surprise. In fact, she had decided to venture out on a miniature vacation with my mother when, unexpectedly, she became very ill.

Despite all of the Covid precautions I had been trying to take, I immediately hopped onto a plane, masked up, and flew to where she was.


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Trauma cycles

Trauma.

This feels like such a loaded word lately.

It has been an identity for me for a few years–me, the child of trauma.

Me, the teacher of traumatized children.

The word itself, when examined and detailed, feels like a trigger.

Opening up wounds, reminding me that I, too, am wounded.

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