Reconstruction: A short story by Sarah Jessup
I felt the sting of the words like an ant bite on a warm summer’s day. It was subtle but the longer it sat the worse the sting felt. “Besides,…
Suicide Prevention Month is (mostly) Bullshit.
Last year, after the death of Anthony Bourdain I wrote a note on Facebook (Yea, I know – who does that? Hell – who blogs anymore?) about suicide and my…
I am the victim of a child predator
Trigger warning: contains sexually explicit material concerning a child predator and child molestation. This may be very difficult for some to read. This was originally posted on Removing The Fig…
An Odd Grief
Yesterday I found out that my father died. All I feel is a mixture of numbness, a relief, and a very quiet sadness about what a pitiful life his was. I…