Three hundred words. In just under an hour, I only manage to write 300 new words on my book. I should be annoyed. But instead, I hit save and close …
Why I Make My Memoir Free
(And Why I Wrote It in the First Place) There’s power in stories. They connect us, challenge us, and make us feel seen. That’s why I wrote my memoir—to be …
Flashback: December 7, 1997
“He’s here. Hide.” Steve pushed me toward the back of the trailer. I swooped up my giggling baby girl and ran through the trailer to their bedroom. I stopped right …
Flashback: December 6, 1997
A few hours into my shift, sure as I expected him, Dewayne walked in looking and smelling like 1988. He sat in my section, and I was torn between ignoring …
Flashback: December 5, 1997
“What’s wrong with you? Don’t you love me anymore?” he asked. This is it, I thought. The breaking point I feared. The moment when I wouldn’t be able to pretend, …