trauma with a little t
Why bother examining our traumas? I mean, trauma with a little t, that is. Isn’t it a waste of time to brood over things we cannot change? To some, such retrospection may feel like needless languishing. To others, it is …
Witch Hunt
Father Duinn was tired. Today was one of those days when he felt his age. His joints ached and the cold penetrated him to the bone. The energy of the crowd did little to invigorate him. On the contrary, their …
Dancing with Doubt
I wouldn’t last long in a monastery. Actually, I lasted about four days.
It was an unconventional Buddhist monastery, and I’d become totally enamored with it before I’d ever set foot there. The head teacher’s talks, which I’d found online, …
Evil Doubts
After killing the man who turned him into a living corpse, Crastor was once again on his own. It did not take him long to figure out that the curse was not permanent—at least, not entirely. If he concentrated on …