I lost a friend who meant everything to me. I don’t like to say that, or think it, because still I hold on to the memory of our relationship and think that someday we could build it again. But the truth I don’t like to admit is that the relationship we had—precious, magical—isn’t currently cradled […]
Some mornings I wake up mourning. I never know why. I think that I am past this; I don’t miss you anymore. And then I wake up one morning—and maybe I slept in later than I expected, or maybe I had a weirdish dream that lingers in my mind, or maybe nothing happens really. I
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My fiance, Ivan, tells me I haven’t posted anything that’s been from me, from my heart, for a very long time. “It’s all been guest posts,” he said. “And even the post you wrote about CAM wasn’t really from you—it was what someone else said.” Write again, he tells me. Make it from you. Otherwise,
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Guest post by Sharla Baer. *** So many other voices have been shouting these past weeks… I am sure adding mine won’t make a drop of difference. I cannot say anything that has not already been said. But I will feel better if I say something. You all know, I suppose about Jeriah Mast and
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Guest post by Kirk Daniel. *** The words scream at me from the news feed on my smart phone. Almost daily. Another man is arrested for the sexual abuse of a child. Was it a boy? This inquiry is automatic and immediate. I open the story and scan past everything until I get the answer. Was it a boy?
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