It's taken me a year to write this. I guess because half of me couldn't believe that I'd done it, and the rest of me took that long to recover. A year ago to almost the summer solstice day, myself, my husband and a band of rowdy rebels (aka fellow parents at my kids' school)…
Month: June 2020
Same red goo
I understand that I do not understand. I know how it feels to feel worthless, my skirt lifted without consent. I have had a gun pointed in my face by police officers thanks to a driver's DUI. I have felt afraid walking alone in the dark whilst the drunks have circled. I have been humiliated,…
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