I belonged here because my new father said I belonged here. "If anyone asks you where you're from," my new father said, "you say 'who, me?' and you point to the tallest, closest mountain you can see and you say, 'I just hiked down from the top of that mountain this morning. Where are you from?'"
Recent research proves what memoirists already know: Far from re-activating the stress of traumatic or emotional experiences, the process of writing serves as real medicine—even making our physical wounds heal faster.
Seriously. Writers’ BIOPSY WOUNDS heal some fifty percent faster than folks who don’t jot down what they’re going through.
I didn’t want to take care of my mother. But I knew I would.
I’d join 65 million other Americans—almost 30 percent percent of the U.S. population—who care for an ill, disabled, or aging friend or family member. These “informal caregivers” offer an average of 20 hours a week in unpaid labor and more than $5,000 a year in out-of-pocket expenditures.
"Passive violence can be as simple as someone honking their horn at you for not turning fast enough when the light changes. And it can be highly complex, like when your co-worker undermines all of your work relationships by spreading rumors and lies about you."