I didn’t know you had died. I found out on my birthday of all days, while I was sucking chocolate icing from my…
Fear is a thing, people. It slouches, menacing, no respecter of persons, and is worse than any Harry Potter dementor.
And no, I don’t mean…
A piece of my friend’s heart is lost somewhere over the Pacific Ocean. At least, that’s the way I like to think of it….
We ached for the creek and our future
running across the wet stones,
smooth and round. But when we found the water again,
we stood at the…
This is Part 3 of a three-part guest post series about therapy after sexual abuse. Erin’s first post is here, and the second post is…