What’s it like…?

Recently I was asked to describe sexual assault and the aftermath of it for some research. It took me a few days to gather myself to do it. What I  was not ready for were some of the answers I wrote while I was acutally […]

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When walls begin to crumble

D K, I won’t preface this with “Dear” because there’s absolutely nothing dear about you or your memory. Do you remember? Because I do. Do you remember the 19 year old girl you were “dating” when you drove to that little house where she babysat […]

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