Silenced

My earliest memories are not birthday parties. They are holes. I remember D showing me a small opening in the wall that looked into a bathroom. I was three, maybe four. I remember seeing things I did not understand and feeling confused about why I was being shown. We moved to Oklahoma before I started …

Speak Love

To believe that a person can carry trauma around simply saying “I love you” sits in my soul like a lead weight.  I grew up with my mom’s two oldest children, my half-siblings, L and D. I’m ten years younger, which shaped everything about the way we connected. When I was little, I didn’t understand …