Post #210 – PTSD, Triggers – Memoir
When I was fifty-eight, sixteen years after Tropical Spastic Paraparesis paralyzed my legs,
Post #206 – Tragedy – Memoir
Chapter 4 Tragedy
Post #1 ~ The Day I Stopped Dancing – Memoir
Originally posted on Nancy Jean Walker – Loving Life Fully :
. I was four years old when Mom enrolled into dance classes. I studied ballet, jazz and tap. I had big dreams of dancing in the movies like Shirley Temple. Even though my life took some horrific twists, I…
Post #101 – Dozens of Literary Agent Rejections & A Glimmer of Hope
After months of submissions to literary agents and after dozens of various types of rejections, I’m on the second level cusp of possibly landing a deal. But the publishing business is subjective; so are agents. As I gather the materials I need to send to this agency, I […]
Post #96 – Chapter 5 – Cast Down – A Memoir Excerpt
John’s mistreatment escalated. One February afternoon, when I was twelve, he drove me to his house. He gripped my wrist, nonchalantly strolled into his mother’s kitchen, and introduced me as his girlfriend. She examined me head to toe, curled her lips, and then busied herself stirring a pot […]
Post #93 – Blizzards, Transitions, Clever Son – Memoir
November 1992 – Transitions – two months after a life-changing diagnosis:
Post #89 – Good Girl and Devil Boy – An Excerpt from My Memoir
Captive in the Mirror by Nancy J. Walker with Peter Lundell We were Catholic, and confirmation classes had begun the October just before Aunt Loretta broke my heart. Oblivious to my ongoing depression, Mom wouldn’t let me quit. I was neither interested in the teaching, nor did I […]
Post #82 – Chapter 25 – One Way Out – Excerpt from My Memoir
CAPTIVE IN THE MIRROR Courtesy of God’s Emerald Photos Before I boarded, I stopped in the ladies’ room. As I washed my hands, I glanced into a mirror. Another mirror that refused to lie. Puffy, blackened eyes, sunken cheeks, cigarette-stained teeth. The pathetic girl looking back […]
Post #80 – Zeniths, Limbos, Utopias, and Crash Dives – Battling PTSD – Transparency
It bewilders me how mirth and melancholia could dwell simultaneously, yet in me they ensue. I am outgoing, upbeat, and busy which makes my bedridden state tolerable. Yet, depression hovers over, underneath, and within me. I cannot shake it. I wish I knew how to thwart it. My […]
Post #79 – Delightfully Unfettered – A Poem
The confines of my paralyzed condition hinder not my senses or imagination Unfettered A chariot of feathery clouds escort me to ethereal wildflower fields Overflowing with dancers just like me running free Whilst on earth A leafy ballet romances my eyes as a balmy breeze caresses The graceful […]
