How Far I’ve Come
I released my hands as I realized I had been squeezing them tight around the barber’s chair. The best I could do to occupy my mind...
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- Feb 11, 2019
- 7 min
The Last Time
Lying in a steaming bath-tub, water lapped against my naked body. The pressure of the clear liquid surrounding me made the bruises on my...
- Feb 7, 2019
- 7 min
Even Weirdos Deserve Love
But that all changed in the middle of my second year when I had a diabetic onset. The onset, itself, wasn’t too traumatic, seeing as how...
- Jan 19, 2019
- 9 min
The Thinnest of Threads
I’ve always heard people say that nothing good ever happens after midnight. For the longest time I found that to be true of my birth...
- Jan 15, 2019
- 7 min
No Longer Yours
I grew up in Arkansas in the 1970s, always searching for someone to love me like a father. My own passed away when I was just six months...
- Oct 30, 2018
- 8 min
Running Deeper Than Friends
I pried my eyes away from the TV screen to look out the window, to the trees, to the sunlight…to that strange world out there that gave...
- Sep 24, 2018
- 6 min
Faith Beyond Words
I used to think that my stutter would limit me, but now I see that it is all a matter of perspective and choosing not to worry...
- Sep 20, 2018
- 7 min
Living My Life
For years after I came out, I identified as a lesbian, but over time I came to realize that I was bisexual. The time I spent with men...
- Aug 15, 2018
- 7 min
Sober and Stronger
I was a “surprise” to my parents because they were already in their mid-40s when I came along. My two brothers were much older than me...
- Jun 25, 2018
- 6 min
More Than Just Skin Deep
Life was normal in my early youth. It wasn’t until I was 12 years old when things began to change...
- Jun 14, 2018
- 6 min
Unplanned Happiness
I wanted to live a better life. I made plans and took action, thinking I could create my own future. But I now realize now that things...
- Jun 12, 2018
- 9 min
Not Broken Yet
My parents fought throughout my whole childhood. The very first memory I have is sitting in a car seat by the front door while my parents...
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