Tag: memory
An old woman survivor: my story
I reached far back under the bed and pulled the orange out into the light of the small bedroom. The mold had grown since...
On lack of consent
When he comes and shoves his lips against mine; a rock through an already fragile window, my interior crumbles, the bricks of a solid house shake, and the...
The importance of proper diagnosis
The medic asks me about symptoms after shining a light in my eyes, and having me track his finger with my pupil. Asks me if I’ve been...
Their kind of pretty
Beautiful? Yes, I know I am. Though, it took me years to take such compliments gracefully. Not because I don’t see my own beauty; my own worth. I...
Ghost stories
There's this trick to surviving trauma. You become a ghost. If you leave your body long enough, you can't feel anything. There's no exact...
Deep in the heart
We had taken a drive-away car from San Francisco to El Paso, but our final destination was San Antonio. We were two women in...