Category: Life
#hertoo “I Got Myself Raped”
I know I was at fault. I shouldn’t have left my friends. I should have made sure they were safe. There’s no excuse for being young and dumb and naïve. The memory of what happened to Rose, of losing her friendship, doesn’t seem like punishment enough for what I did. Which is probably why I buried the memory as long as I did.
When What Was Lost Is Found: Never Give Up Hope
Sometimes It’s All About The Dog
The Week in Review
It’s Not Me It’s You
I used to have a friend named Annie (not her real name) who, after we had made plans, would inevitably change them. She’d change the time, the meeting place or the date, or she’d postpone. I was friends with her for over twenty years. It got to be a joke…
My Husband The Not Navy Seal
The Last Sarcoxie Day
Sarcoxie Days
When We Were Friends
Maybe it was twenty-five years ago. Maybe it was only one. Or two. We were friends, weren’t we? Our children grew up together. We lived next door to each other. Or maybe you were in my wedding. Did you throw a baby shower for me? Where are you now? Did…