A few weeks after moving to my new city and new school, I met a boy named Sam. I genuinely liked Sam and Sam liked me. We only casually dated at first and I still slept with other people (I told you I

In the weeks that followed losing my virginity at 14, I remained shackled to fear. Fear of pregnancy. I went so far as to write a note to God begging him to not let me be pregnant. I probably atoned and

Our memories are incredibly emotive, even if we lose chunks of time due to emotional and/or physical trauma. Self-preservation means that our brains -the incredible machines that they are- will pick and

If you haven't read the first 2 chapters in this series, you might want to start there so that you have some context to what I'm about to drop. Moving forward, PLEASE BE WARNED: I will be writing about

I was born in 1974 to young hippie parents living in Austin, Texas. Is it cliché to say it was the best of times and the worst of times? Probably, but it's true. My parents were 22 and 18, temporarily

When you've been up and close and personal with the brutal hits of trauma before you've even learned to ride a bicycle, your life's trajectory is tuned in to a particular form of madness -a madness that

But you have to start somewhere, right? Right. I'm not new to writing or to blogging. In fact, writing has been a constant solace throughout my life. Unfortunately, a steady stream of emotional calamities