It was 46 degrees today, the warmest it would be all month. My cool cheeks felt like a mask on this starless night. I traipsed along the riverbank on our farm, sinking into the snow with each step. I carried my book and one of my dad’s empty beer cans, now filled with gas, to...
I’ve hesitated to write the next part for a long time. I am afraid of deterring the next person who could call out an abuser and inspire others to do the same. I am afraid of accidentally throwing a wrench in the gears of a movement -even on a microscopic scale- that is contributin...