We were not able to defend ourselves during the abuse. But we are not powerless. Our rage and despair is full of energy, is valid, deserves to be heard.
I’m after a chance of hope, the last sputter of light from a dying fire, wondering why you won’t send off a brighter spark for me.
One of my most pleasant memories of us as a family is driving on the highway between Redmond and Bellevue, going east, to where we lived in our very first (and last, come to think of it) two story home. The grey Dodge Neon with a six disc CD changer which all of us prized […]
Everything from the popping heat on the back of my preadolescent throat to the throbbing sense of dullness my body gave into as the alcohol entered my bloodstream – these were the sensations that made the taste worth it. These were the feelings I was willing to chase at any cost.