If you’ve been reading my words for any length of time, chances are high that you know I’m a rape survivor.
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I’m Adi - an accidental yogi, trail runner, and lover of words.
I’m Adi - an accidental yogi, trail runner, and lover of words.
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If you’ve been reading my words for any length of time, chances are high that you know I’m a rape survivor.
I could keep going with more Dad-caused-a-ruckus stories, but I’ve got a few weeds to pull, and hopefully you’ve got some celebrating of your own fathers to do.
Community is funny that way. When you accidentally land in one, you notice it until you don’t - unless you’re Tiffany, of course, and noticing community is precisely and relentlessly what you do.
I slid the coffee table I love right up to the blue couch that I hate and let my fingers dance across the keyboard, like I’ve been doing all week, but this time with a little less pressure.
The next morning, I woke up to an email filled with post-conversation afterthoughts. If you’ve come to my classes, you know I like to offer little vignettes when I teach, and if you’ve come to my classes, you’ve probably heard me quote my friend. Please indulge me while I do so here. The man is annoyingly in tune, which is to say that his insight is pretty special.
In the past year, I’ve grown more vulnerable in my storytelling, but I’m not sure if I’ve ever done anything more than imply this: my mother suffered
Also, I’ve been on a letter writing kick since trying out an exercise last weekend (see footnote below), and am looking for any reason to put pen (and crayon - again, see below) to paper. So, to all the beautiful rockstar warrior women in my life, this one is for you.
