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And That’s Why I Hold My Husband’s Hand

Left to myself, one might never be able to tell the guy who walks beside me is my husband.  Or at the very least they might struggle to know I actually like him.  But I do.  I really, really do. It just doesn’t occur to me to touch him much.  Maybe it’s because I’m so...

Dear Survivor of Sexual Abuse

Yes, I’m talking to you.  I know the easier thing is not to talk about it but you and I both know that isn’t the best thing. You’ve stuffed it down for so long, trying to pretend it no longer touches you.  But the truth is it reaches out gnarled hands and grabs you...