• Clash of Concepts Revisited

    June 11: The Sounds of My Life

    By Linda Margison The swoosh, swoosh, swoosh of my unborn babies’ heartbeats. The sound of their first cries. “Love you, Mama.” “Forever and ever, amen.” Those are the sounds of my heart. “Goodbye.” “You are the problem. It’s all your fault.” The sprint cars roaring around the racetrack miles away. The thunder announcing an approaching storm. The rain, rushing down and hitting the earth in both destruction and nutrition, so loud and fierce I cringe and cower. The whir and rattle from the fans on either side of the bed, keeping the silence at bay, distracting my mind just enough to find slumber. The snoring of the dog asleep at…

  • Clash of Concepts Revisited

    June 10: Hallway

    By Linda Margison When I think of the word “hallway,” I am transported back to Columbus Regional Hospital in the wee hours of morning after a bathroom break at the opposite end of the unit while my sister kept watch over our sleeping mom. Needing a moment to escape and desperately trying to find a way to deal with the despair flooding through me, I put earbuds in and turned on music.  The notes from a melancholy piano pounded out and settled in my chest.  Say something, I’m giving up on you. Piano keys slowly emitted more notes matching my steps down the hallway. I felt like I was giving…

  • Clash of Concepts

    November 30 – Protect

    When a person starts a project like Clash of Concepts—a project that requires creativity, interesting stories and a touch of humor—the tendency may be to protect oneself from vulnerability. I’ve thought of this many times in the past month—wondering what people would think of me if I showed them what goes on in my head. I have written some pieces that I’m proud of and some that I should have censored. But it was important for me to be me on this journey—good, bad and ugly—and I definitely have shown you some ugly. The easy way out would have been to protect myself—and you—from the realness of what I have…