Author of SHATTERED, a memoir of childhood sexual abuse. And the frozen snap of trees in sub-zero temps, feeling alone but not lonely by the solid creek, as if I were an Eskimo out trapping. But I also worked hard to maintain that OK-ness, every day, sometimes every moment. And another, my friend Sue, who died a few years ago of cancer, with never a complaint and only a smile. I fail, and fail miser.

Eleven Year Old Bully and My 11 Year Old Self. What I wish I could say to my mother. No clue which way is up. On No clue which way is up. On No clue which way is up. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.