Essays in 100 Words

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Truth

You do not know my story.
Do not dare to soften my reality to fit your comfortable limited view.

Search

An image resides in my head. I have never been able to shake it.
It is indelible.

Silent

As a child silence was my haven. I learned to be quiet, talk quiet, walk quiet

Small

How do I explain the limits that a child places on themselves when faced with a certainty of violence?

Safe

With two words you have unmade me. All my armor is stripped away, my defenses lay at my feet.

Rising Tide

As a child my task was to conform myself to my confinement.

Just

Just is a word used to minimize and limit. It saps verbs of their agency.

Flashback

You feel it, the first tug pulling you down. What was the trigger? A word? A thought?

Erosion

“You won’t get it.”
That was my father’s response when I told him I was among the finalists for the Morehead Scholarship

Before Speech

How do you explain a condition that can’t be seen?

The Gift

There are moments recovering from trauma where your mind connects two unrelated things.

Remembering

That day, this day, lives in my mind.
The past echoes forward and troubles the present.