Birthing The Soul

I stuff down the cookies as if the faster I eat the more I can distance myself from the misery that has bubbled to the surface. “Write about it,” my psychologist suggests as she ushers me out of the door, our session having run past the allotted time. I told her about the weekend I […]

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Exit Strategy

One more train. Then she’d be away.  Far enough to lose all communication.  Far enough that he could not find her. “Can I help you Ma’am?”  a porter reached for her luggage. Passengers crowded in behind. “Just a moment, thanks.” Pulling her suitcase aside, she fidgeted with her purse, pretending to be searching for a […]

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Trauma’s Shadow is Rage

“…he had always been popular and happy and things had always worked out.”                                       (Holly LeCraw, The Swimming Pool) I close the book, feeling the rage shifting just below my sternum.  It’s the second time this week […]

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Stalking is a Crime

I’ve been stalked several times in my life: by an acquaintance of a former husband, by a fellow student at university, by a man I’d met at the Y, and by a former partner.  In the first two instances, I was naive, and only when the situation escalated did I become concerned.  I confronted my […]

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Harassment

It was a perfect summer evening for a gathering – warm but with enough of a breeze to make it comfortable.  Holding onto my companion’s hand, I lead him through the throngs of people to find my fellow co-workers.  Micheal and I had dated casually, but it wasn’t going anywhere.  He still loved his ex, […]

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#MeToo

So many have expressed the lasting pain of sexual harassment, exploitation, and rape better than I, and yet, I feel that all of our voices need to be lifted until respect replaces entitlement, and honour becomes instinct.  This fight is not new.  Nor is it close to being over.  For my part, I write.  The […]

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Criticism Be Gone!

Originally posted on One Woman's Quest:
I was forty before I could finally ask my mother about her constant criticism of me growing up.   We were alone together, in the car, driving out of town.  I had her undivided attention. “Help me to understand, something,” I prefaced the conversation.  “When I was young, you…

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