Tag: memory
A legacy of abuse: Telling on my brother
A deathbed confession, 1997 Mom unburdens herself only weeks before she dies. She tells me about Mike’s abuse against his children. Her revelations confirm...
Sometimes I am just like him
When I eat a pomegranate, I cut the red ball in half. I don’t feel sorry about puncturing it right to the core. I don’t feel...
After sucker punch
Some of you will never know what it’s like to crawl on your hands and knees to the nearest pleasant memory. Holding in your tears, any vulnerability is...
Thelma & Louise film stays relevant after 30 years
Thirty years on and the film Thelma & Louise is unique even among an ever-increasing canon of woman-led films. Yes, today we have so...
Like that guy
I hired Arnie to shovel: hurt pride, weathered face too old for his babyface. He said he can’t never get a break, he’s always bumping bottom. But...
When Mom stood by
Detecting abusers is a complex problem. Who is the real villain in the story? As a survivor of childhood sexual, physical, and emotional abuse,...
Poem for my father
Did you enjoy hitting? My mother, your woman? Did you love shouting? That you never wanted us and to my mother Shut your cake-hole, you mental bitch? As though...
Waking up at Mom’s one month after the assault
“The name Remy is primarily a gender-neutral name of French origin that means Oarsman.” –babynames.com When I wake up the sun is out. Trump has elected himself. One sea has proliferated sweetly, as...
What needs to be said
What needs to be said that you haven’t yet talked about?” the woman from hospice looked at me. I suspected I knew but remained...
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The acknowledgement
I’m trying to be gentle with myself, but what if I never believe my body when it tells me what happened?
Have the time of your life!*
*Common side effects may include but are not limited to: harassment, stalking, getting drugged, passing out in...
To the fathers who do not abuse their daughters
On my street I am witness to the young men who carry the pink-flowered backpacks of little girls, who...
