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Yearly Archives: 2014

About Knowing What I Don’t Remember.

I never believed I’d been sexually abused until my therapist asked me. I thought I’d answer “no” and the session would move on. But instead she asked me another question, one I’d never expected: “Are you sure?”

What’s in a Name?

My mother gave that name to a baby she thought beautiful, at least for a while. I am not beautiful, I told it. I am dark inside, and messy, a mistake.

3 Poems by Naomi Shihab Nye.

My hundred-year-old next-door neighbor told me: Every day is a good day if you have it.

Shame to Love: Learning To Live Again After Rape.

It wasn’t “rape” like I had imagined rape would be. It took me six years to realize that I had shamed myself into misery.

The Many Dangers of Complaining.

Let me state clearly that “depreciation” is not simply the absence of appreciation. It’s actually the presence of focusing on problems, flaws and disappointments.

Cancer Is a Bitch. But Wait! There’s Good News Too.

Shaken Not Stirred: A Chemo Cocktail. A Comedy About My Tragedy. By Joules Evans. (hint: good news follows.) Hi beloveds, Jen Pastiloff here. I'm the...

I Chose The Wave.

y Amy Botula. Leave it to high school juniors to determine what their English teacher needed. I was invited to the School of Rock Showcase...

The Goodest Hardest Look At Yourself.

By Jennifer Pastiloff Annie Sertich and I were having coffee last week (she is a fantastic author and actress) and she decided to give me...

The Things I Couldn’t Name.

By Janine Canty I was five or six the day I let my mother's jade necklace fall out of a window. One minute it was...

Depressed Cake Shop.

By Valerie Van Galder Like many people, I was devastated last Monday when, routinely checking my email, I learned that Robin Williams had taken his...
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