Memoir

Cutting the Cord

I now saw that talking to my parents was pointless. So instead, I typed them an email. I need to … Continue reading Cutting the Cord

The End of Family

The last time I saw my father was in Austin, Texas. I was 25. My brother and I flew down … Continue reading The End of Family

Libraries are not what you think. They are not havens. They are not sanctuaries of peace and learning. Each morning … Continue reading Shelving Books

I wince at the images of female strength and power in the media. Women in armor swinging automatic weapons over … Continue reading Becoming an Abuser

In the faculty office building, Top never dared follow me. Neither did the Mormon missionaries. Friendly faces smiled back as … Continue reading Sexually Harassed by a Mentor

I had not been to church in over three years. I had moved to another city. I had not informed … Continue reading Stalked by the Mormon Church

I should have known. Top had never taken “no” for an answer before. I should have known that he would … Continue reading Stalked by an Ex