Look, if you know me and care about me, this one is a bit, eh, more difficult. It’s Fiction, I promise. It is basically my mulling through abuse trauma I get second hand from students at the prison. A lot of my work is like this these days—grappling with trauma through an abolitionist lens.
By that, I mean, looking at contexts that lead to a person causing another to do harm. So you may read this if you promise not to read the “I” as me, or at least, me in full.
Whatever. Here is the link:
Nora Bonner 