Tag: childhood trauma

  • Grading Their Final Papers–and the Semester Ends!

    Grading Their Final Papers–and the Semester Ends!

    My students are now done with me. They handed in their final papers today, both classes–Literature and Contemporary Issues, and a Nonfiction Writing Workshop–and now can go on their merry way to sweat over other essays and papers and exams, oh my… But, I’m done. Oh yes, I have to grade the papers, and that’s…

  • The Tracer Bullets

    The Tracer Bullets

    The battle between the Sandinista and Contra soldiers broke out in a valley just below us. Michelle and I were walking to a village in the northern mountains of Nicaragua. It was dusk. The road was more a ledge on the side of the mountain. Just over the lip, in a small dip in the woods,…

  • Why I’m better off living in a war zone

    Why I’m better off living in a war zone

    Three months ago I had a psychotic attack, one brought on by  childhood trauma and a heavy batch of manic depression. It was horrible. My family, I put them through hell one more time. Since then, I have been writing myself out of the madness. This blog has been a place for me to think…

  • Nicaragua Was Not My First War

    Nicaragua Was Not My First War

    In 1969, when I was seven, we made a trip to El Salvador for the summer. My parents had plans: they considered moving to my mother’s home country, for financial reasons. Life was cheaper in Central America, even for a financially strapped gringo family. Mamá still had kin in the country. We could build a…

  • A Check-Up at the Home Asylum

    A Check-Up at the Home Asylum

    It’s now been two months since my psyche broke with reality, on Christmas morning. I started feeling better about three, four weeks ago; at least, I started functioning again. My family and I know this pattern all too well, one that began when I turned seventeen, almost forty years ago. In my first journal, in…