Mourning

The first thing it makes space for is sorrow. As the rage and terror ebb away, the grief can overwhelm … Continue reading Mourning

The Discovery of No

I was 25, and I had just learned it was possible to say no. And just like a giddy two-year-old, … Continue reading The Discovery of No

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

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

A sea-change had come over my parents’ house. The walls were still the same ice-blue. The kitchen where my father … Continue reading The Return

In 2016, one out of eight women age 18 and older lived in poverty. Currently, millions of women in the … Continue reading And Then, Poverty

The next thing I remember is shaking out black garbage bags. I bagged up the clothes from my closet, taking … Continue reading After a Father Sexually Assaults His Daughter