How powerful it would be to name the truth: That as a little girl I was full of goodness and beauty And the people around me— bullies on playgrounds, abusers in dark bedrooms, and addicts— consumed me.
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How powerful it would be to name the truth: That as a little girl I was full of goodness and beauty And the people around me— bullies on playgrounds, abusers in dark bedrooms, and addicts— consumed me.
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I’m a Boomer. In my childhood home, our telephone hung on the kitchen wall, and every time it rang, shouts of “I’ve got it!” resounded throughout the house as my brothers and I raced from every direction to get there first. Competition often provided the tension that held us close to one another: who got…
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