Everything I Can Remember

Notes on a lifetime as a woman

jessicashortall

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When I was about eight, my mother took my sister and me to a local state park, a place where we would often ramble among the rocks and trees and streams. I waded up a stream on this particular trip, and when I looked back for my mom, I had gone a bit too far. A man was standing there in the stream, blocking my way, looking at me. He held a long, sharpened stick. And…

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jessicashortall

Proud 1st generation American, social entrepreneur, author, mama