Writing publicly is a scary thing. This is especially true of first-person narrative. Putting yourself out there. Myself, I dived into the blogging deep end. My first real post was about being shoved face down into a pillow. Sexual assault. And this was before I had told my family or friends directly about what had… Read More


If you’ve had the privilege to date me, you know I’m weird, lovely but weird. Not a hand holder. I’m the survivor of sexual assault. I don’t use the word rape because I feel guilty. Not an innocent victim. Went reluctantly but not-forcibly to the hotel room of a Navy man years ago. Was inebriated… Read More