
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
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
The next morning I went downstairs to breakfast in the dining hall as usual, but it wasn’t usual. I sat … Continue reading After He Strangled Me
Webbstock is a tradition at Webb Institute going back to 1979. All about booze and bands, it runs from daybreak … Continue reading The Ninth Assault
Jonathan’s assault was among the least violent of the assaults I’ve survived. In fact, to some people, it isn’t an … Continue reading In the Aftermath
You think you know someone. You let your guard down because you tell yourself they wouldn’t. They couldn’t possibly. They’re … Continue reading The Eighth Assault
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
My father’s father was made of different stuff. I never knew him as Grandpa because he died the year I … Continue reading My Other Grandfather
I really believed the worst of it was behind me. I would graduate from college in less than two years, … Continue reading The Fourth Assault