Imagine with me a victim that has lost their teeth. Their shame and pain would show, wouldn’t it? How much we all hide. We hide behind fake stories. We put on a distant smile. We cover our pain with fake hair, fake nails, and whatever else we can buy. If someone had the ability toContinue reading “Comfort”
A Prisoner By No Crime of My Own
Rape. Incest. Murder. Then, I turned four. Storytelling for the brokenhearted.