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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...

Essays in search of identity after cult, abuse

Part memoir, part essay collection, Leaving Isn’t the Hardest Thing is a fearless book.

“you should write about it,” i thought stupidly

I. writing when you can’t look at yourself in the broken glass on your kitchen floor, when you sweep it up while looking at the bugs crawling out...

horses

remember telling me about the horses the wild horses? I didn’t believe wild horses still roamed Georgia but you assured me showed me photographs of the horses in your...

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...

Rage triptych 

(Because three is, geometrically speaking, the most stable structure.) 1. An acquaintance once told me — at a Fourth of July parade, no less — that...

Upon watching [place of abuse] burn to the ground

In another dream, in a body not touched by their hands, I bang on the door, scream that there is a fire. But that is not this dream. In...

Dissociation

It streaked into my vision and startled me, a gray blur in the corner of my eye. Then I saw it— inches from my...

I was never broken

I'll never forgive you for what you did. But I'll also never forget what I realized in the months that followed after you so...

Atlantis

I made the mistake of telling my therapist about the molestations, the assault, the rapes, and she had the audacity to ask me how I feel, and...

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The acknowledgement

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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!*

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*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

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On my street I am witness to the young men who carry the pink-flowered backpacks of little girls, who...