None of These Paradigms Fit, Can I Have a Parachute Instead?

a lifeline for letting go...

If I told you the story of my journey from wife / mother of 2 boys / full-time ER doctor to happily interdependent partner / part-time mom of trans eldest daughter, normie middle son, and gender questioning 10 yr old / musician-writer…you wouldn’t believe me.

It’s fantastic. I mean, like a fairytale, with evil villains and poisoned apples.

When I fled the burning wreckage of my previous life and the land where the story took place, aptly named Ashe county, the reality of what I had lived through and who I had become started to crystallize, like the reflection in a lake when the ripples finally leave the surface.

The later 7 years of this transition were in a castle on - wait for it: Phoenix Mountain.

For most of this time I did not clue in to the fact that I would need to burn myself up to be reborn, leaving a smoldering pile of what I once was, or that the tears I would release had their own magic.

Sometimes I’m a slow learner.