Etikett: memories
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Whispers from lost days
This is out of context unless the blog has been read in a chronological order. Bianca, teenager: High summer and not a cloud in the sky. A soft breeze sways the branches of the trees as we walk slowly down the old familiar road. It’s such a beautiful day, but I feel empty. I’m taking…
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Life of the Normal Self
This is out of context unless the blog has been read in a chronological order. I sit on the porch beside my Grandfather, considering green lawns and flowerbeds. ”You think the bad memories hurt”, he ruminates, sipping a little on an amber, firey liquid. ”You’ll see. When you’re my age the bad, the scary memories…
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Those who love thunder
I had to wait in order to write this post. As of late, all the days have been too sunny. In order to revisit this part of the past I need earthshaking rumbles and crazy lightnings flying everywhere. Today is a good day. The first memory I have of really good bad weather is from…
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Flower in winter
Trigger warning: child sexual abuse I can only say this much of my mother’s childhood, without giving away identifying details: she lost a beloved sibling, the light of her life and her one protector. Still worse, not one day passed without her and her other siblings being raped and hurt by their father. My grandmother,…
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Underneath the kitchen table
One of my first memories is looking up at the underside of the kitchen table. I know every white painted corner, every piece of metal and bolt by heart. The legs of the table are like guardian pillars, marking the entrance to my kingdom. If I sit very still and keep quiet, I am safe here.…
Writing our heart out 