Category: Life
How A Dermatologist Made Me Obsessed With My Face
#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…