Happiness. It's relative.
Things that happened long ago don’t seem like they happened yesterday. They seem like they happened long ago. This morning’s writing check-in with a group of writers increasingly dear to me centered on a discussion of violence. One person was wrestling with how to… Continue Reading “Ancient Stories”
Thirty years ago, I sat all night on the sofa in my upper Shorewood flat, smoking Benson & Hedges, with my mother’s green and orange afghan wrapped around my shoulders, waiting for my addicted, unpredictable, and sometimes violent boyfriend to pull up in front… Continue Reading “Men We Love: A Domestic Violence Story: Part 1”
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