A freelance career in media is fairly long if it lasts a heartbeat. I mean a week. Beyond probability, mine lasted thirty years. It had to. I was a single mom—making dinner and deadlines all over the world, perking up headlines while picking up kids.
Then my mind got trashed by a truck. That sounds like a bad country song, but it’s true. My brain broke up with me. Or broke up in me. Or maybe it wasn't recently.
I was supposed to keep it together. Pieces of everything that ever happened from anywhere I’ve ever been. I can’t. Too, it was supposed to keep me together. It can’t.
That’s why I was with someone called a Cognitive Therapist, if she wanted to help me think, and called a Speech Therapist, if she wanted to help me speak. Either way, we got 4.3. Or less. She asked me to point to a teapot, an apple, a plate, a spoon. This was called “confrontational naming” when it was moderate and “systemic collapse” when it’s severe. Mine was severe.
I learned to read under the patient care of no one at all. Rather, I relearned to read under the patient care of no one at all. This returned me to Google, of course, where I learned things like:
*Horseshoe crabs have been living in peace for 445 million years. Note again, in peace, not pieces. *AI will help you design your own signature scent and optimize your sugar cane field. *Wally, an emotional support alligator, went viral and attended a Phillies game.
Wally lives in Lebanon County with his person, Joseph Henney, and has become a global celebrity in recent years. He's believed to be the world's only emotional support alligator, was a finalist in the America's Favorite Pet competition, and inspired Alligator Loki in the Marvel franchise.
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