I was walking into my dorm room. It was dark, the blinds pulled down and lights off. As soon as I opened my door and pulled my key out of […]
Dear Mr. E.: It’s funny how the standard greeting is ‘Dear’, isn’t it? Matters not if you’re addressing Mandela or Hitler, your grandmother or the slimy jerk who swindled you […]
Who really knows where to begin one’s story about their rape. I mean, where does that story REALLY begin? I guess I’ll start with how my ex and I met. […]
Joan Didion once famously wrote that, “It is easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends.” For me, the opposite is true. It has been […]
I met Kevin when we were in high school. We never had a class together, but somehow became casual friends—acquaintances that would share a joke and greet each other while passing in the halls.
I will not be defined by what happened to me. I have taken my life back, my voice back, and my strength back.
I will be 52 years old in a week, and I am still not right. I still have panic attacks, insomnia, flashbacks and intrusive thoughts on a daily basis.
For the first time I’m able to openly share my story with my name attached to it instead of anonymous. Military sexual assault happens more than people know and it’s time for […]
I was a 13 year-old female in Atlanta, Georgia. I was hitch-hiking as we all did in the ’70s. I got raped at knifepoint way out in the country in […]
I was in elementary school. I won the MVP award and my family always wondered why because I was terrible at basketball. It took me over 10 years to explain […]