This is a difficult post to write. I’m not sure why. My admonishment to myself is, “Just try.” So I’m trying. Sharon Saffold says about girls and women in the sex industry that, “The majority of these women have been molested before, so there is no sense of ownership to their bodies anymore.” That’s a … Continue reading
I need to get this off my chest. This is a selfish post. I’m not intending to enlighten anyone, or share useful ideas, or make anyone else feel less alone with their burdens. I just need to say this. I’m a failure. I wrote a four-part series on failure. This is the fifth in the … Continue reading
Stories are as magical to me as a house, as a spaceship, as a painting–as immense and awe-inspiring as anything else people make. There wasn’t a television in our house growing up, so I spent my days wrapped up in books. Winter, I read in the livingroom in front of the fire. Summers, I read … Continue reading
