memoir

Helpless

From up here I can see a hill in the distance, it must be Twin Peaks. I can see trees and a horizon: I can see the sky from here. Across the street are other tall buildings with windows in them that have other women who peer out looking at the hill in the distance […]

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Escape

It is strange when asked “did you write about the actual escape?” I haven’t, not in one chunk. It is scattered throughout posts like a jigsaw puzzle, with pieces missing. This is by design, because, quite simply, talking about escaping makes me feel unsafe. I didn’t run once. I kept getting bounced back by the […]

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