Photo by Brett Jordan on Pexels.com I have a thing I called as a child “the ball of wax in the pit of my tummy,” AKA feelings of dread, guilt, anxiety that seem to lodge in my abdomen, causing what feels, aptly enough, like heartburn. I am a child of loss, and that ball of… Continue reading Wise Words As an Antidote to a Wintry Morning’s Doom Scrolling
Author: Trish Deveneau
Writer of creative nonfiction, retired teacher, pet mom, mom of two adult humans, nana to two wee ones. Avid cook, yogi, gym rat, art lover; maybe too earnest for my own good.
THE MEMOIR LIFE 