words from the soul
"We only hold onto things because they benefit us somehow," she told me. "Even if they hurt." We were up to Step 4, and Tovah guided me through my Resentments. "Write them all. Some will be easy to let go of, and some will be challenging, but none are silly. They all mean something to … Continue reading Once, there was an untold story…
Her hand is in mine; clammy because it is hot on these streets that smell of burgers, oil, and urine. She tries to lace her fingers with mine. I pull away slightly, aware of the implications. “My mother didn’t like holding my hand,” she tells the therapist casually. “Sweaty palms triggered her.” She is old … Continue reading Time, Untethered
My thoughts running through the maze I hold inside my pounding skull keep me company reminding me when my eyes search for love for understanding for hope I am not alone. I am tied to the whispers the whipping post I toss over one shoulder and the never-ending scorn scraping my open wounds. … Continue reading Curtain Call
I always struggled to maintain friendships with women. It was easier for me to hang out with men. I knew exactly how to talk to them, how to act around them and was confident in my direct approach. Women scared me. We always seemed to be hurting each other. The idea of a united front, … Continue reading The Prison Cells We Hide In
I was too young then… too small and insignificant to understand what bravery looks like… to know the pain of disbelief… I was too young to see her… too young to be moved to act on her behalf. I was not young enough to escape her fate. 9,853 days should be long enough to figure this … Continue reading Anita Hill, Christine Blasey Ford, and me
Colloquially Speaking 