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Crow’s Feet

Balls

The story of my sexual assault

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Sometime between the ages of 22 and 26 I attended, regularly, a church that I found out about through a coworker who, as it happens, was one of the church missionaries.

The first time I attended I was very taken with the choir — it was my first exposure to Gospel music — and asked if I could join. “Why not? Rehearsals are on [whatever evening it was that they took place].”…

“The longer I live, the more beautiful life becomes.” (Frank Lloyd Wright) Non-fiction pieces, personal essays and occasional poems that explore how we feel about how we age and offer tips for getting the most out of life.

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