post-traumatic growth…one day at a time
K. Susanne Jones 
In my last post I talked about the dancing asshole in front of the finish line, and how I have this tendency to back away from something right as I’m about to achieve success at it. I’m surprised and pleased at the response I got – it seems to have hit a nerve with more … Read more
There’s a fear I’ve been trying to tackle lately, and it’s a real asshole. It’s sneaky, and likes to disguise itself as a million other things – excuses, anxiety, ‘reality’. It stays hidden for an entire journey – hiding in bushes and behind telephone poles – until right before I’m about to succeed. Then it … Read more
For a myriad of reasons I’ve been revisiting pieces I wrote while I was in cancer treatment. For this Throw-Back Thursday, I’m republishing a short Facebook post from the fall of 2013. I wrote it while I was in the throws of chemo fatigue – when just getting up and crossing a room meant I … Read more
I woke up to a soft, apologetic voice. “Mommy, I threw up…” A few years ago hearing these words would have made me growl and rise out of bed with resentment. I would have immediately started freaking out about missing work the next day, and I might have even grumbled at my poor son for … Read more
Imagine you wake up in the middle of a frozen lake. It’s spring, and you can hear ice melting all around you. At any moment a crack could form and you’ll plunge into the cold water, but you’re smack dab in the center of this thing, so you have no choice but to pick a … Read more