Harriet
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A poem by Melissa St. Clair: State of Maryland, Dorchester County On her head was a bounty Be Free or Die Across the miles, she did fly Following the drinking gourd in the sky A small summary: I share on the behalf of my friend and colleague Melissa St. Clair. Melissa and I recently went…
Fast forward to my early twenties and I found myself in the safety of the trees once more, finding a path to hope in the wake of my sexual assault. I was in grad school, living for the first time on my own and still a long way from home. It was a year and…
On the occasion that I have twentyish minutes in the car on my own and that I want to make those twentyish minutes productive – and by productive, I mean, not let my mind wander all over the spaghetti-noodle-looking map of my mind. Sometimes I tune into a podcast called Helping Writers Become Authors with K.M.…
Shame is one of those words that sounds exactly like what it evokes. Shit. Hopelessness. Assholes. Myths. Embarrassment. Shame is why I didn’t admit to any caring adult in my life…