Another Trip Around The Sun
Today marks another trip around the sun. Sixty-nine of them, apparently. One short of 70. Which feels impossible, because in many ways I still feel like the girl squinting toward the horizon asking, “What’s that?” When I look back, the landscape of my life is anything but simple. There were childhood years shaped by fear and confusion, living under the shadow of a narcissistic mother and abusive stepfather whose cruelty left marks that took decades to understand and even long
