I’m different. Odd. Strange. Weird. Not like the rest. The brown egg in a carton of white ones. That’s how child abuse makes you feel, but until Sunday night’s season three finale of Ray Donovan I’d never verbalized it that way. I’d never said those words out loud to anyone. Even though for my entire…
I’m a lover of things. So many many many love-able things. Like that feeling you get when you’re riding down the hill on a bicycle, wind through your hair, no thought, just air. Or the taste of biting into a cold, crisp piece of watermelon on a hot Southern California day (please go away heat,…
When I was 22-years old, I came out of hiding. I stepped out of the darkness of the sexual abuse victim’s closet, and into the light. I can’t say I haven’t looked back, because with something like childhood sexual abuse it’s impossible not to, but I can say my future has been a lot brighter…
Steph Mignon 