THE NARRATIVE ARC

At Sixteen, My Mother Gave Me a Black Eye That Took Forty Years to Heal

It’s the haunting memories that guide us toward healing

Photo by Ramona Edwards on Unsplash

In the fall of 1982, I was madly in love for the first time. He was all I thought about. I wanted to be with him 24/7. My parents swatted their hands at me. “It’s puppy love,” they said. “There’ll…