Joe

Looking back, I can’t help but wonder. Why him? Why do we gather, like moths, around the flame of one … Continue reading Joe

An Abuse of Power

I haven’t told you this yet, but when I was six and my parents were shopping around for lessons, it … Continue reading An Abuse of Power

I begin to have panic attacks in the dance studio. I have been dancing for seven years, but now, suddenly, … Continue reading After the Assault

I am still in seventh grade, but I have made two friends. A girl at school. And another girl in … Continue reading The Second Assault

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

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

CONTAINS TRIGGERING CONTENT Over the next few months, I am going to tell my story of assault and healing. Here. … Continue reading Breaking Open the Story