Danny died at 33. I felt nothing, then felt white-hot rage about a cup of coffee. A morning of small frustrations, and the gift I almost walked straight past.
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Rejection and abandonment are my Achilles heel. Worse than not being believed. Feeling irrelevant is the big one — the way I felt all those years ago.
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Every year on April 17 at 11:55 PM, I light candles at the corner of Utah and University. This year it will be twenty candles, one for each year.
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“You need to learn how to forgive.” Some of the last words my biological mother said to me. It took three weeks of asking everyone I knew before I found...
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From a foster home at 16 to the barracks at Great Lakes, to a phone call about a birth certificate that did not exist. The four years it took to...
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“Man up. Fake. Everyone is a victim of something. What were you wearing?” The comments left under posts about childhood sexual assault — and what it took to stop letting...
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