ANN LONDON

Works in progress

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Is This My Daddy? When Daddy Comes Home From War. Healing from Trauma. Readjusting after a loved one returns from war.

 

 

 

This is What War Does. At 4 p.m. today I will go to a special gathering for our young friend whose husband lost his life, a casualty of war. On November 5, he committed suicide because he could no longer handle what war does to you when you’ve gone on two deployments to Iraq.

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Sally, the sister I never knew. I grew up as the oldest child of seven. Only, I wasn't really the oldes child. My sister, Sally, died a few weeks after she was born. A story about finding my older sister Sally's birth certificate and how sad I felt. The recurring dream I have, as a child down inside a cave or deep hole in the ground. who was she, is she now?

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Stepping Out of the Cactus. Growing up in the remote Rocky Mountains of Colorado.

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My Secret Grandmother. My Jewish grandmother, Annette was a writer who also loved poetry. She died of tuberculosis at a time when the cure caused more deaths than it prevented. She died when my father was 9 months old, and she was never talked about when I was a child. Instead, she remained only a distant fragment, lost and forgotten.

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The Man in the Window. On Christmas Eve, when I was five years old, a man high on LSD came into our home from the downstairs entry way. He climbed the stairs and came into my bedroom. He had been trying to get to a party on the street below our house. My father woke up and apprehended him, holding him until the Sheriff arrived. I did not recall this event until I attended a writing conference when I was sixteen and experienced nightmares which woke my room mate. When I told my parents about this, they recalled the incident when the man broke into our house. Because I never had the proper care for what happened to me, I experienced sleep disturbances during child hood and hypnogognic hallucinations into adult hood.

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The Terrorist Hunter's Wife

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My Afghanistan

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Can't Say Goodbye. My mother died of breast cancer just weeks before her 52 birthday. she lived 18 months, exactly what the doctor told her she would, after her diagnosis. When she was diagnosed, she had a lump in her breast the size of a quarter. the last time I saw her was when she waved good-bye from behind the screen door at her house.

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Too Normal

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Perceptive Particles

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Hungering for Humanity

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