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My Mom, my Dad and Me
It was deep in the winter of 1995. Mom was at the end of a long illness. She was dying. We called for the parish priest. He came and administered last rites. When the priest left I was sitting with mom and she said "I must be...
Moral Injury – an Indelible Trauma
Killing in combat is inevitable. In the Vietnam War it was a priority. “Body count” was the order of the day every day. Killing a fellow human is unnatural. The result of overcoming that moral aversion and killing a man is a – moral injury – an indelible trauma – a psychological wound.
Mania and the Muse
Bipolar disorder defined my life as much as a wheelchair. Like so many others blessed with the curse of bipolar disorder, a.k.a. manic depression, prescription drugs did not help, but left me feeling like my mind had been hijacked and was pulling me deeper into a...
Planting a garden is a renewal of life.
One path to reintegration after deployment is through a garden
Peaceful Places
No longer clinging to The chaos of War is one Key to the Garden
Wounded Warrior Project™
Over 47,000 of our nation’s armed forces have been physically wounded during the current military conflicts. Hundreds of thousands more are estimated to be recovering from invisible wounds of war, including post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), major depression, and...