Storyteller, reader, poet, moderate/severe SPED teacher, advocate for education, justice, and love.
07/27/2008, age 16
When I was nine years old
We had a sleepover
Just like any other day
Like every other day
07/27/2013, age 21
I want you to know
why I did not cry at your funeral.
I did not cry at your funeral because crying would be my body telling my brain that it knew you were gone.
03/08/2015, age 23
The fourth time a man had sex with my body without my brain being willing (or present), I could feel that something bad was going to happen. I could sense it the way animals can taste an…