by Tom Puetz | Nov 6, 2022 | Poetry
Feet My feet went down a thousand trails when I was in my prime.I didn’t think of path or purpose or direction I should find.I don’t remember choosing the way that I would turn.I went barefoot and with boots on, I’d trudge and walk and run. There... 
by Tom Puetz | May 11, 2022 | Food for thought
Thomas Jefferson would say I’m in charge of my own wellbeing. I gladly accept help from family, friends, community and the United States government, but if I give them control over my mental health I also give up the key ingredient of recovering from PTSD. That...