At Least Grant Me My Agency

I have passed a strange anniversary, and I don't know quite what to do with it. On August 2nd, 2002 I entered a shelter for abused women. I was 20 years old. I did not know how to balance a checkbook, how to file income taxes or how to purchase car insurance. My formal education had ended at the age of eleven, and ever since my studies have been the product of my own devices.I'm a big fan of old black and white movies. A couple of weeks ago I got Gaslight starring the lovely Ingrid … [Read more...]


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