Elaine Albertson's Blog

 I meet once a week (or so) with a therapy group consisting of a half dozen combat veterans dealing with PTSD. Two Marines, two Army, one Navy, one Air Force, and myself. The psych running the group is sharp, knowledgeable, and dedicated. There are three of us who come from the ‘Nam era,  and the rest from the Gulf wars. We’re like...no, we are...a functional “unit,” a squad of brothers and sisters with a common objective, and an unshakable faith in each other. I made a promise today to the group, that I was not going to surrender to the insanity going on in our reality. We don’t discuss politics in group. We do, however, talk about how we are/aren’t handling the triggering that inevitably comes as a result.  I will not stop writing (hold the laughter...or cheers...please). After today’s perverse display at Quantico, I cannot in good conscience hunker down and just try to stay invisible. I have to take a position, whether it has any effect on others or not, but only becau...

Crossing the Rubicon...Again. Why, you might say? That is, if you’re awake and understand the basic meaning of the phrase. I published a small essay a few months ago about crossing the Rubicon, as it was really appropriate to the situation at large at that time. Therefore (LOL), I should not be attempting to “go for broke” more than once. There’s an extensive philosophical meaning to that phrase as well, from the Korean War. After these few weeks of meditation, introspection, and hard work toward finding a level of relative peace for whatever time I have left, the decision (or, lack of choices…) is to write until I can’t write anymore. I really don’t know if what I’ve got to say is worth the read for any particular person, and unless the reader makes a comment, I won’t know if they’ve even visited the site. There is zero monetization in my work, and I don’t share any info about who may (or may not) be reading my high-level tripe. My blog site does not collect any ...