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ENG 100 Paper 2 : It Must Be Me
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The Burdensome Impact of Undiagnosed Learning Disabilities on Girls and Women “It Must Be Me” Generated by Mars Parker using ChatGPT Pro. 27 Oct. 2025 School was hard for me. So hard. For a seemingly bright, earnest kid, it was more challenging and spirit-crushing than it had any right to be. Without any clear…
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UnLucky in Limerence•
…and Other MisAdventures in Attachment Injury and Trauma Response. Tristan and Isolde with the Potion (1916) by John William Waterhouse Public Domain. Cropped from original via Wikimedia Commons Content note: This essay discusses trauma, childhood neglect & abuse, fawning, dissociation, neurodivergence, sex, and—gasp—Pre-Raphaelite art. Have you ever heard of limerence? I hadn’t until very recently.…
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Support for Square Pegs
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Or, how to find community when you don’t quite fit. Generated by ChatGPT, 11/08/25 Content note: This essay discusses infertility, breastfeeding, dementia, caregiving, childhood trauma, complex PTSD, grief, and loss. I have not had the best luck with support groups. Or rather, maybe it’s just more accurate to say that support groups are complicated,…
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ENG 100 Paper 1 : From Addiction to Acceptance
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ENG 100, Paper 1. Tech Reflection. Oct, 2025 How Changing My Relationship with Social Media Made Everything Better. I was addicted to social media. Fully addicted, and I hated it. For more than a decade—from installing the apps on my first smartphone until just after my 50th birthday—checking Facebook and Instagram was the first…
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Happy St Jude’s Day
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Happy St Jude’s day to you all! Today I registered for spring classes here at DCCC, and I am over the moon about how much I love school and how good it feels to flex in this way. I am killin it. I am writing all the time. I am taking good care of…
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Hello, Heartache.
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If you had told me I would be weeping for anything other than sheer relief a month and a half after two hospice journeys and my seven-year career as a caregiver ended, I would have told you to shut your pretty mouth. But here I am, heartbroken and lonesome, crying myself to sleep. Oh,…