memoir

  • The Motel Bathtub

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    One of my earliest life memories is of hastily leaving my childhood home after my siblings returned from school. Our mother was in a manic state. “Where are we going?” I remember asking—or perhaps only thinking it—and wondering where Dad was. I started crying. My mother thrust my sippy cup at me and screamed, “Here!…

  • Quote,

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    Each mind is a mosaic of mental scars that are at once both exposed and invisible. The most profound depictions can convey a wealth of information in the pauses between sentences, yet many of us experience a crippling fear of hearing ourselves when we delve too deeply.Hell is not the noise of eternal flames or…