One night I had arrived at my martial arts class a little early. I was at the back of my car with my back turned
Tag: victim
Honest
I was screaming at the top of my lungs in the Blazer the other day. My husband and I were getting into another of our

When I Fell
I was loading some stuff into the back seat of the Blazer when my boot heel snagged on the edge of the cement pad and

The Good Stuff
What do I want to see when I gaze back on my life? Ah, that probing query keeps us staring at the ceiling when we
A Tale of Two Bruises
When I was young my mother would take to beating me when she was angry. Bruises were part of my life, and my body still
I Don’t Have Time For This(?)
Two mornings a week I do what I never saw myself doing. I walk into a women’s self-defense class. Do I really have time for this?