Friday kicked off the beginning of a series of guest posts on The Honeyed Quill. Drew Sheldon shared his story of abuse and survival in an intimate essay titled “The Beast Within.” If you haven’t read it, please go here. It’s not an essay you want to miss. As part of the exchange, I provided an essay for Drew. It took us awhile to come up with a theme. In email, I told Drew I am afraid of white men, but not him. He chewed on that for awhile before
Did you know that self-harm is not a suicide attempt or even necessarily a cry for help? I practiced self-harm as a teen as did many other people I know. I was fortunate in that my harming only lasted for a couple of months and I was able to recover with little relapse. This is not the case for many. Have you struggled with self-harm? Do you know someone who does? Find out more about self-harm, support and recovery in my piece On the Verge.
Wow! What an amazing collection! I am going to start right in on the links. There is so much here to explore you may need to bookmark this post! @MelissaBanigan has published several letters collected by the Advice Project. If you aren’t familiar with this project, you should absolutely check it out. It is a healing movement for understand in which women write letters to their 13-year-old selves. I hope you take a moment to review these intimate portraits of life, and recognize the incredible effort Melissa has put in
I just discovered that I never shared this byline here! I recently covered the wedding of my friends Rebeka Lee and Jenna Proffit for the amazing site Equally Wed. I was inspired to write about this wedding because it happened immediately following RFRA passing in Indiana. Jenna pedaled on stating, “Love always wins.” I am so proud to have my voice and support included on this amazing site catering to LGBTQ couples. I hope you’ll head over and have a read. The piece is brief, and the photography is done by
I can’t tell you how excited I am to have my work included in the empowering collection Jennifer Pastilloff has put together on The Manifest-Station. The voices there are compelling, brave and unerringly honest. To have my work accepted is a BFG (big freakin’ deal), especially considering this letter is a list–a form not often selected. It is incredibly rewarding to find my piece in such a far-reaching forum. I hope you’ll hop on over and read. “The Letter No One Wrote My Mother” is the piece that brought me
The last few days have been a whirlwind of excitement for me with regards to writing. I have dreamt of growing my career as a writer and teacher for the last ten years. Children and illness paused that growth, but I never let go of the dream. My family recently took a seven state, seven day vacation. My husband prefers to do the driving, which left me free to absorb the visual wonder of this country as we passed through. It is probably good that I drove little. We travelled south.
When I was 16, I started letting people believe that I was white. In 1996, my family relocated upward from the Bible Belt. We moved from the southwest corner of Arkansas to the Midwest. At sixteen, I experienced a new definition of self — which, for me, meant shedding my ethnic heritage and the abuse that came with it. My coming of age was more than an exit from youthful innocence. It was an escape. Read more of “Why I Passed For White” in Medium’s The Archipelago.