Hi, I am the author of Braided Stars… a science fiction series to be. My nom de plume is Buffalo Starmedicine.

I live daily with PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder), and arthritis that puts its fair share of stumbling blocks in my path. I carry seven pounds of steel around in my body, and just as many plastic parts and pieces. It’s not an easy life, but by the Grace of God, I live it. Needless to say, I don’t get out much.

I live a fairly quiet life tucked within the hills of my adopted state. I live with a loving husband and a calico cat “Maryjane” that is the bane of my existence (though, in truth, I couldn’t live without her).

I believe that writing can be a healthy process, as well as reading. I write for the sheer enjoyment of it, and to blow off steam. If you don’t like what you see, come back later, it’ll change. My culture and my upbringing have taught me that storytelling is a GREAT way to teach. So, I hope that within my writing somewhere there is something to be learned by you about you – a mirror so to say. I don’t think I have to say that the images we see in mirrors aren’t always pleasant. That said, I do seriously hope you enjoy this blog of creative writing. There will be other things that pop in here and there…after all, we can’t write 24-7-365 with no breaks.

Enjoy, and thank you for stopping by.

18 responses »

  1. Ah, we are PTSD buddies! It’s good to see a fellow traumatized author blogging up a storm. 🙂 I love the title, it’s so interesting. It makes me think of two stars sitting with each other and braiding their solar arches while gossiping about the stalker planets that keep going around them in circles.

    • One string is weak. It breaks easily. Two strings are stronger, but often rub against each other and wear one another into a frayed mess. Three strings can bear the weight of much and give stability so there is less rubbing and fraying. Braided together, they can hold 100 times the weight a single strand can hold, and they can be woven into a basket that can hold a hundred fold of that weight. That is the story of the braid…

  2. I would like to get to know you better. I would like to find out the cause of your PTSD. Mine is from Vietnam. Your mother looks like she may have been close to my generation. She was a beautiful young lady. PTSD is a common bond we have. I found out that writing my blog and attending reunions have helped. Pat

  3. I, too, will check out your PTSD blog, as I have that and manic depression. My PTSD came from being used by Daddy at an early age… couldn’t understand why fireworks and flashbulbs freaked me out until I went to a therapist! Are you in Buffalo, NY, or Bufflo, MN? Just wondered; we lived in the Buffalo, NY area for years. Now we’re in Wisconsin… freezing again!

    I went from telling in third person to writing the situation head on. It wasn’t easy, but that burden of unearned guilt did slip off after a time. I understand why you must tell this is story form, Buff. My sisters are still pissed at me for “airing the family laundry” in public, but I always have a disclaimer that my memories are my own… don’t reflect on family… etc. Now back to that poem… Peace, Amy Barlow Liberatore

  4. Crazy survival stories and good writing aside, you seem like an incredible person. I’ll have to stop by more often. I love you’re Goodreads list, I mean literally every book on the list (edit: one second glance, I’m not sure what “One for the Money” is, but all the other books, I love.) 🙂

    • “One for the Money” is the beginning book (19 now) in a series by Janet Evanovich. Completely crazy female bounty hunter with equally crazy compatriots. It’s just a good laugh and a half that I find pleasurable.

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