relationships

  • Sand Clock

    We are running out of time. I just feel it in my bones. It does not matter how much I try to distract myself, to focus on other things, to blame the workload, my mother, the hormones, the weather. Eventually, sooner rather than later, we will have to face this music. We keep tiptoeing around…

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  • Words matter

    I was very young, barely 13 years old, when I overheard comments about my body, my allegedly lifestyle, my teenage choices. Hurtful, malicious words spread out by people that should love me unconditionally. And that was the worst of it. If they thought that about me, what would strangers think? The self-loathing that followed was…

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