We all have secrets, things we may not be proud of, things we keep to ourselves because we don’t want to risk hurting someone we love. In Latino culture we are taught from a very early age not to air our dirty laundry. Los trapos sucios se lavan en casa. We are never to discuss in public that which happens behind closed doors even … Continue reading The Stories That Bind Us: How do we tell our stories without telling the stories of others?
The other day as I was preparing dinner I asked my husband what he thought about the recent rape allegations that have resurfaced about Bill Cosby. His response was eerily similar to the responses I have heard come from other men.
“If these women were raped why are they talking about it now? Why did they wait so long to come forward?” he said.
“Is that really your response?”, I replied. “What if it was your daughter, who years after being raped or assaulted broke her silence and finally decided to talk about what happened to her, would you still have the same response? Does the length of time it takes a person to break their silence make their claims invalid?” He remained quiet. Continue reading On Bill Cosby, Rape, and why some men just don’t get it
The fire raged for forty days and in forty ways sparks burned stars on virgin skin. Beaming heat on nameless faces, engaged in activities better left unsaid. Temporary joys felt under shameful satin sheets Remnants of cigarette smoke linger, yellow fog lives on the nameless window-panes. Invisible eyes don’t recognize themselves in a mirror, with a stranger’s glance staring back. She believed in new life, … Continue reading Regret