On Father’s Day Weekend

My father kept an old Yamaha acoustic guitar in his bedroom. Sometimes I ran my child-round fingertips over the strings … Continue reading On Father’s Day Weekend

Grandma

Out of all the places I’ve lived, only one has ever meant home. My grandparents’ house on South Fruitland Street. … Continue reading Grandma

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 summer I am 21 years old, I stand in my parents’ kitchen with the lights down. My mother is … Continue reading The Sixth Assault

Last night at Elliott Bay Book Company, author Val Brelinski read from her debut novel, The Girl Who Slept with … Continue reading The Abuser in All of Us