When I tell my rape story, I always leave out the part about letting him come back. It confuses the narrative.
sex sex sex and love
I’ve never been good at guessing the end of books and movies. I guess I’m just not the kind of person who sees things coming.
Shame-spiraling and self-doubt, your number is about to be called.

Feb 17, 2012 at 11:01am | 237 comments

Is my daughter living her dream, or mine?

Jan 11, 2012 at 2:00pm | 0 comments

How did it all go so wrong with my father and me? It seems almost like a dream; the images blur and fade when I look too closely. It’s hard to piece together exactly what happened, and when, and why.
Sometimes I want to throw them in a cage and just let them go at it until one of them emerges, victorious.

Nov 1, 2011 at 11:00am | 0 comments

I’m not one of “those freaky moms” -- I’m just a regular mom who did what worked for me and my kids.