Frank

Every story has its heroes and villains. In a story of trauma and assault, the villains are easy to spot. … Continue reading Frank

The Body Tells the Truth

I am sitting in social studies class a month or two into seventh grade. Suddenly, I cannot see Mrs. Johnson’s … Continue reading The Body Tells the Truth

I wish I could tell you that was the end of it. I held an umbrella and felt strong, and … Continue reading When Post-Traumatic Stress Begins

The next memories I can place with any certainty are in the last month of sixth grade. I am with … Continue reading The Aftermath

My father had been my ally in the family. True, he’d done some weird shit. When I was in preschool, … Continue reading The First Assault