Like a whistle blower, when we sound the alarm about abuse, what happens? Then, how do we get strong enough to see it through? What happens to whistle blowers can be life threatening – where does the strength come from? What are we willing to risk?

Once I got out of my own way and opened up, the words came. The story took shape. There were textures and colors and smells I started to remember. I let myself write in a mess and not worry what it came out like at first. I wrote about a guy who nearly strangled me – but I didn’t feel the feelings. Not at first…