The anthem for the broken people is part song, part chant, part silence. It has no rhythm. No rhyme. No pattern. It has highs and lows and in-betweens. Sometimes, it’s one, clear thought. Most times, it’s a long rambling journey like the one they told you once you would have to take until you would … Continue reading Broken
Category: Sexual Abuse/PTSD
How I Stood Up To AMI
I can’t write about AMI magazine and the Weberman case. I can’t go there. But I wanted you to know - anyone who knows me and understands me - that I sent them an e-mail today. Please remove me from your mailing list. I do not wish to write for a magazine such as yours … Continue reading How I Stood Up To AMI
Bring. It. On.
I've been told I've got talent. Not the kind of talent that creates art…or publishes books…or contributes to the world's excessive need to be entertained. The talent I've got involves people. Individuals. Souls. It's a dirty sort of talent. One where I twist and pull and shake out the piles and piles of shit people … Continue reading Bring. It. On.
The Words I Am Made Of
I cannot find the words to express the puddle of feelings I sit in. I cannot understand how I came to be here, curled up on the floor…a victim…again. I am searching, digging through my past to find where this fits…but it is so different…so strange… I pursued peace, as I am taught to do, … Continue reading The Words I Am Made Of
Naming
She asks the questions I expect to hear. I answer. I detail the experience. I do not hold back. I have been wanting this conversation for ten years. I have been needing this conversation for ten years. I am so ready to say this. I can no longer not say this. And so it goes. … Continue reading Naming
Colloquially Speaking 