A LONG WAY FROM HOME
If you’ve been following along you know that my father was a Colonel in the US Army. 27 years to be exact.
He had a very interesting career, as one of the original bomb disposal leaders in his field. You know, the guys that go in after the war and do something with the thousands and thousands of bombs and shell and mines and mortars that didn’t work. They simply didn’t explode, but still very well could blow at any moment.
Continue reading “Two Memories of the Colonel”I don’t know how to phrase this, but after enduring 60 years of…what?…life? I’m finding myself angry, disappointed. Not surprising, the anger that is. SARA…Shock Anger Rejection Acceptance. If those are the stages of trauma I’m still stuck in stage 2.
I hate to even go down half these paths in fear of sounding like a whiner. But I’m angry.
Somebody could have helped me a long time ago, my parents is a good place to start.
Continue reading “Missing the signs: parental intervention”A decision has been made, and this page will soon be forgotten, A Tree in Memory?
Or maybe not. It still has such beauty and grace to be completely left behind. Somehow.
My dream of having a blog to tell my life story has morphed, but in name only. TheQueerKyd simply rings true.
Continue reading “The change to TQK”