How To Burn A Bridge.

Originally posted on my friend’s writing website. The link is no longer active but I wanted to share this anyway. It has always been oddly disconcerting to see my entire life squared away in cardboard boxes and dull black garbage bags. I’ve moved thirty times in twenty years and the sight of a bare apartment […]

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I Survived Domestic Violence.

The coffee I brought to my lips further served to intensify the churning in my stomach. My cheeks were hot but my hands cold and shaking as I attempted to craft the message I was about to send. Sitting in a coffee shop, surrounded by strangers and inane conversation, I put together the words I […]

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