Tag Archive: Story

Being “The Girl with the Eating Disorder”

(trigger warning: eating disorders) Body Image. Self Confidence. That voice that tells you whether you are good enough. Pretty enough. Thin enough. The voice that some how ties who you are to how… Continue reading

On Grieving: Through a Widow’s Eyes

Editor’s note: This testimony, and the four that follow, were sent to me by Marit Quist-Corbett over a series of several months.  Marit’s daughter, Caitlin, was the author of “On Grieving,” a six… Continue reading

On Widowhood, Part Two: The Anger March

March 2013 – Three years after.  The yearly rhythm of grief. I am angry angry angry angry. Is this the “Anger Stage”??????? I guess that’s what psychologists would say. But I don’t want… Continue reading

On Widowhood, Part Three: From Loneliness to Autonomy

“You are not alone”, my friends assured me after Bill died. They were wrong. You are alone. I am alone. However, there is a journey from desperate loneliness to the recognition of autonomy. This entry is about… Continue reading

On Grieving, Part One

I don’t talk about it much. The death of my father, I mean. In fact, the pattern I’ve noticed is that I only really talk about it when I am totally, completely, can’t-spell-my-own-face… Continue reading

On Grieving, Part 4: “Why Didn’t I…?”

The night my father died I wasn’t home. Everyone else was; my mother, my brother, my sister, my brother-in-law and of course, my father, alone in his sickroom. They were all tucked into… Continue reading

The Pain

[trigger warning: rape] My name is Kate, and I am rape survivor. My story isn’t as black-and-white as getting attacked by a stranger in a dark alley late at night. I was in… Continue reading

I am Jane Doe.

[trigger warning: rape] I was fourteen years old the night my friend G took me to my first kegger. We told my mom we were going to “a little get together.” I remember… Continue reading

I am Not Broken

[trigger warning: rape] Slut. Skank. Whore. Those were my names for a while. You see, I’ve had many sexual partners. I’ve also had a lot of sex. Sometimes it was great and sometimes… Continue reading