I have long wanted to write fiction, but it seemed that with every story arc I tried to write, my untold self would somehow elbow her little self into the protagonist’s way. She was constantly upstaging the main character. Photo bombing whatever scene I was trying to sketch. I shushed her. Minimized her. Told her that she didn’t matter. I kept her invisible and silent…for many more years than fundamentalism did. I didn’t know what to do with her or […]
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