This morning I have walked so many times, the after morning, the moving forward morning. It will never be that morning before again. And I’ve forgotten. Forgotten what it is to be clean. Forgotten what it is not to know. A friend told me about his rape. We talked about the afterward. He's the one... Continue Reading →
Body Comp Blitz
...I watched the scale flicker...
Forward
Our paths will always be anchored to our pasts...but...
Done, Day One
He laughed, not the usual response from a client he's just destroyed.
Late Fathers Day post
I was just some fucked-up other thing.
Muddy Update
My thoughts have been everywhere, tumbling in a strong wind.
The Title
Celebrate...I considered diner with my husband, ice cream with friends...but then...
’74 Fold – Friday
I am approaching the anniversary of my rape differently. I will be posting pseudo diary entries chronicling the events in real time, be it on a 43 year delay. May 31, 1974 It was dark and quiet when I woke up. I found my pants, the glittery shirt and shoes. I snuck into the front room.... Continue Reading →
’74 Fold- Thursday
I’ve written that a hundred times. I can’t copy and paste it. I have to write each word.
