Amidst all the uproar in the news about ex-Baltimore Raven Ray Rice and what he did to his then-fiancé in an elevator, I heard a startling fact: According to the Center for Disease Control and Prevention, one in three women will experience domestic violence in their lifetime.
That’s one in three, not one in a thousand or even a hundred. It’s one in three.
Consider me one of them. And while I’m confessing to being someone’s punching bag, I might as well admit that I was also the victim of date rape… (Read more…) Continue reading →
I was laying in a bed, a real bed, not the standard-issued cot we had in our cabins. I had just awoken, a miserable, snotty wretch. What I’d give to be anywhere else. Back at school even. Away from all this crap. Yet here I was, still at Camp Prison-Shit. How long had I been out, I did not know.
When I was in college I remember overhearing a fellow student talk about her plans for spending her junior year studying abroad. She was going to go to France for a semester and planning to get a Eurail pass to … Continue reading →
I consider myself a bright, smart woman with some common sense. I can look at a glass and tell you if it’s half empty or half full (Hint: I always say, full!) I can add 550 and 339 in my … Continue reading →