
Angels and Onions at the Dekalb Farmer’s Market
My cotton pajama top was damp around the collar and chest, a physical reminder of the horrific dream I had just endured. Groggy and anxious,

My cotton pajama top was damp around the collar and chest, a physical reminder of the horrific dream I had just endured. Groggy and anxious,

As I closed my computer, the tears came, quietly at first, then in deep, aching sobs. I cried for that young girl––the child who grew

“Why didn’t you just leave?”
On the surface, it sounds like a logical question. If someone is being abused, physically, emotionally, financially—why wouldn’t they
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