Collision: The Beginning: Part II

I stood on the side of the road, not sure how I got there, or if I did it alone. I wondered if I was alive or dead, for I spoke to no one, and no one spoke to me.

A severe pain hit my head, as if someone had stabbed a knife straight through my…

Collision: The Beginning: Part I

July, 2010.

My husband and I drove the roads of rural Washington, meandering past rose gardens and long grass that bent beneath the sun. The Cascades rose in the distance, casting shadows over the valley. I lay my head back, imagining the highway…

Brush Strokes and a Brain Injury

In the corner of my study, a large canvas leans against an easel. Swirls and brush-marks, soft shades of yellow and gray, dark splotches filling empty spaces.

You can find me in front of a canvas, usually on stressful days, pulling bottles of paints from a big box…