Narrative

I turned 46 a few months ago on August 23rd, and realize now that I am middle-aged and have been for the past 5 years. Apparently, it kicked off …

When I was seven, I was raped by my uncle. It was half a rape or a half rape, not sure which one to go with to be honest. These days a slap on …

There were times that I wished I never had children but I didn’t say it out loud. I felt guilty about it and was afraid that someone would call Child Services and have me arrested for thinking unmotherly thoughts. Besides, I wanted to discourage …

I have panic attacks. Real shitty ones. I can’t breathe and feel like my chest is being bench- viced to half its size. My blood runs cold and out of my fingers. Then I vomit and my brain freezes, all the while trembling from head to crooked …

I did some mean things when I was young and now is the time to confess to it. Not to make me feel better about myself and rid me of pestering guilt but because it might help you figure things out way sooner than I ever did. Guilt and regret …

I am not an angry woman or mad at the world. Not bitter or resentful in any way. Addressing virginity and speaking up about it is my way of offering you a different perspective. Saying what’s on my mind and talking about my personal feelings …

I have a full length mirror in my bathroom and I named it Jack. Jack makes me look good. He tells me that I am buxom and freckled instead of plump and blotchy. He cares for me when I won’t and can’t, and he has a wonderfully diplomatic …

I am a brown Indian girl. Or am I brownish? A coloured woman? Maybe chocolate skinned? Black, to accommodate those who say they don’t see colour? Asian perhaps? Or don’t my eyes meet the ethnic standard? A median shade of cocoa possibly? …

When I fell in love with N I fell in love with him like most of us do. Orbital and dazzled like he was the centre of the universe and my blinding sun.

We see the good, ignore the bad and use our peaking energy levels to sustain an …