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His hands are wrapped around me, my breasts up against his chest. He steps, his hips nudging my hips forward and back and suddenly to the side, the crying guitar sends his hands…

It used to be, you could trace my crazy years with your finger, from the melted skin on my right wrist across to the map of scars and burns and scrapes that dotted…

“My name is Baila Rothman, I’m from Ohio, I’m sixteen, I’m new here,” I said to each of my roommates when they wandered in to the dorm that night. Deborah Lee had the…

It is early in the morning, the Hampton air is still grey and soft with the end of night. The boardwalk, stretching along the beach’s edge, is empty. In front of me, the…

The phone calls started when I was thirteen. My mother said no, no and no. By the time I was seventeen it was calls every night, my mother carrying the cordless into her…