I think that I find a lot of my healing out in the world.
Getting on a plane is hard for me, but I do it, because travel is vital to me.
Contemplating Christmas when you are isolated and far from home brings its own unique pain.
Christmas was the one time of year when my brothers surfaced at home, when my parents and grandparents congregated to eat my mother's roast turkey.
In my version of paradise, the air was always cold and the rivers ran with candy.
I'm afraid of elevators, because they are an enclosed space, but I get in.