A social club for the sexually abused…

“Fuck you” she said “say that instead of I’m sorry. Then you’ll be like ‘shit!’ and it will train you to stop saying it.” She laughed sucking on the end of a half smoked cig and tossing her hand over … Continue reading

Chances

I could hear it: the angry forceful tone on the other end of the receiver. I think men get angry when they’re desperate. That’s what it was: a desperate anger, frustrated and insistent. I wasn’t even on the phone with … Continue reading

My friends…

I will never forget my friends. I was always behind them when they climbed. They jumped from rock to rock with careless ease. I didn’t know how they did it. One boulder overcome they would scout the next and then … Continue reading