Category Archives: Friendship

Sanctuary

In my dream, a man was acting inappropriately toward myself and a friend.  Panicked, I searched my friend’s face asking myself “is she okay with this?  Is she okay?”  In my head, I heard a voice respond: “Are you?” Then … Continue reading

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The Minotaur

Several weeks ago, I had a dream in which a man in shadows forced his hand over my mouth, slammed shut the door through which I was trying to exit and shouted in a booming, terrifying voice: “You’re WRONG!” I … Continue reading

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Election, 2016: Let love win

Let me start by saying that I didn’t vote for Donald Trump and yesterday was as shocking to me as it was to most of us (I’d also like it noted that I didn’t vote for Hillary Clinton, either.)  I … Continue reading

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“A” is for…

I draw the blade across my wrist, opening the cut again. I want it to be deep, the scarring permanent. I add more lines. The first had been a reminder. The next two would be an insignia. I physically carve … Continue reading

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Pain, the path to freedom

“I don’t know how to recover this time. For the first time, everything in me just wants to barricade my heart and say ‘no more. Never again.’ It’s too much. It’s too raw and too honest, too much has passed … Continue reading

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“They”

Today I went to our local refugee center to find out how I can help.  There is no way I can describe the gratitude written all over the directors face.  I get the impression that they don’t have many people … Continue reading

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Tearing down walls

For as long as I can remember, I’ve hidden behind walls constructed for the sole purpose of protecting myself from hurts, both real and imagined.  My walls, I’m coming to understand, are made from very specific types of materials:  Anger. … Continue reading

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