Leaving My Ex Sparked Decades of Unintended Consequences

“My name is Precious, how can I help you?” “I think I need to go to your shelter,” I blurted. My daughters, still both in diapers, were wailing in the background. The battered women’s shelter. Never had I thought I would be a battered woman, or that I would live Read more

Shameless Confessions of the Anhedonic Housewife

I. Slowly biting the corner of her lower lip Running her fingers through her long, brown hair She walked across the darkened hotel room Wearing nothing but the goosebumps and glistening beads of sweat covering every inch of her soft skin. The film of last night runs through her mind Read more