I am finding it hard to breath. “He went to K-Mart for mousetraps,” she begins. There are 7 children clinging to her. “He’d just finished helping Walter with his science project and he told me he would be right back.” She speaks only slightly above a whisper. Ashen face, shellshocked eyes, she has not slept…
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Therapy
“She was 13 years old when this pimp turned her out,” Mrs. Prentiss relays the story in a tone most would use to report the weather. The young woman sits across from her, intent on not sweating or accepting the offered water. “What happened?” She asks. “She was fas’…hot really…’ her shoulders collapse. Mrs. Prentiss…
fearfree living 