The Potty Mouth Granny

  • The Day Death Missed Me

    Today is the 32nd anniversary of the day I got hit by not one, but two cars — and somehow stayed among the living. I don’t remember the impact. Just crossing the street. Not the sound. Not the moment my body met metal. My mind keeps that door locked. What I do remember is waking…

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  • Trauma & Fear – Inevitably Intertwined

    I’m coming to realization that I’ve been traumatized since being diagnosed with epilepsy. That I live with fear on daily basis. Let me explain why. Having grand mal seizures is one of the worst things that can happen to a human. You never know when it’s going to happen and when you come out of…

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