On Grief – Writing in the Margins

What I never told my mother

I never talked to my mother about the countless sexual harassments I have experienced. Now I will never have the chance. When I asked my daughter, after her suicide attempt, why she had never come to me and told me of the bullying she had quietly suffered for years at school, her response was thatContinue reading “What I never told my mother”

Paying close attention

I met her four weeks ago, but we only got to talk today. She is only two years older than me. Today, she’s wearing dark blue, very high heels. Their color match her suit, which hugs her body tightly. How she sits without the fabric ripping is beyond me. She drives a 2019 Mercedes-Benz andContinue reading “Paying close attention”