by Ben Cowan Ben Cowan is a survivor of childhood sex abuse. Part of his recovery is sharing his story to support others. He is retired,...

Late July of 1993, A verbal invite came my way for both of us, To a family camping weekend, Not far from home in late August.

At my urgent request in the Spring of 1971, my mother arranged for me to see a counselor. I was 15, and my father had been dead for years.

good morning, your honor. i wanted to thank you for being here this morning. although you’re here as an impartial party, i appreciate you...

Frankenstein’s Daughter, 1967 Previously published in Memoir Magazine Cigarette smoke hangs thick in the kitchen of my dad’s two-bedroom...

Valerie Twyman I was born an identical twin. Many years ago, I looked up the meaning of our names. Vera, who died after living for only...

Leslie Hill It is late afternoon on a Friday, and almost everyone in our family is at a Fourth of July block party down the street. I...