Whispers: A Memoir in Slight Moments

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Sunday, July 3, 2016

Three

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“No one will know,” he says, as he takes my hand and leads me inside. But. I’ll know. You’ll know. I’m not sure I can do this...
Monday, June 20, 2016

Fifty-Eight

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It’s 6:30 PM. I should’ve been gone long before now. But Mommy isn’t here. She was supposed to be here almost an hour ago, when day...

25

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Snap . The sound of the rubber as I release it from my hold. It’s tight. So tight it aches. But I know it will only last a few ...
Thursday, May 5, 2016

Forty-Seven

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“I’m really glad you came to join me,” he says, wrapping his arms around me. We stay silent, bodies entwined, hearts dancing in the s...
Monday, December 28, 2015

Twenty-Four

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He’s so fast. I keep trying to catch up to him. By the time I do, I can barely see his house. “Come on,” he yells, “catch me!” ...
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Brielle
I'm fascinated by the subtleties of humanity. Mesmerized by how we all willingly turn our eyes from truth and wallow in our loneliness. I'm sending out whispers from this little life I've lived, hopeful we can all start to see we're a whole lot closer to each other than we could have dreamed.
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