“You are so strong!” This is what my friends tell me when I update them on my life. It is what my boyfriend reassures me with when I am struggling. It is what my counselor reminds me of when I am afraid. Why does a history of abuse automatically make me strong? I am notContinue reading “Wine”
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Sierra
A hoof stomped the damp dirt, spraying mud against my face and church shirt. I looked up at Sierra’s toffee-colored face. I was crunched up on the ground, and she towered above me. She lowered her head and nuzzled my shoulder with her velvet nose, smearing molasses on my shirt. My mom would be mad.Continue reading “Sierra”
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