It’s just a word. Just one, small, single syllable word. And yet this word destroyed me at age 4, again at 11 and more times than I can recall in my 20′s. And here I sit in my 30′s, torn and bleeding around the wound the word insists on opening in me over and [...]
My Half of the Sky
I am watching Half the Sky. I am feeling the weight of the world in my heart. “…when rape is unfortunate but forgivable.” A quote from the documentary on PBS I learned about thanks to a Facebook message from Kelly “MochaMomma” Wickham in which actress and activist America Ferrera retweeted a message from Kelly [...]
Yesterday’s Scars
“Aunt Heather, do you hate him?” It was my 11-year-old nephew asking the question about my ex-husband. I chose my answer carefully. “Sometimes,” I replied, wanting to be honest without providing too much information to a child trying to reconcile his Christian upbringing with his favorite aunt being a divorcee. “He would say mean things [...]
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