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Tag Archives: Women’s Issues

Sexual Assault and the Deplorables

I was sexually assaulted. In broad day light. On a bright and sunny afternoon as I walked to work in a middle class neighborhood in south Tacoma, Washington. I was in my early twenties, working a retail job in a strip mall. I was walking down 56th street a couple of blocks from my home. …

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Disenfranchised in My Own Living Room

©2016 by Ilona Elliott I don’t sit in the living room much anymore. The reality of this was made clear to me today when I walked over to the couch and grabbed the remote to turn off the TV, and caught the lovely late afternoon light playing on the cobwebs that had formed on my …

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I’m off to the East Coast tomorrow to visit family. I haven’t seen them in two years, and I’m especially happy to be spending time with my only sister. It sucks, big suck, living so far away. In honor of the journey, I’m sharing an essay I wrote about the last trip I made to …

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Beauty and Pain

“Shut up. BEAUTY IS PAIN!” my sister yelled at me. It was meant to be funny and it was. Sort of. She was helping me dye my hair. I was complaining that shit was getting in my eyes as she rinsed my hair in the kitchen sink. There was no sympathy there, just a sharp …

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Choosing to be Childless

At the time, I was feeling a little bit like babies are wonderful and we should have one, and he wasn’t the first person to hint that I should just let it happen

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A Mom’s Love and Encouragement Distilled in B & W

Yesterday I opened my Facebook page to a photograph of my Mom, circa 1958 or 1959. It’s a black and white photo, but surprisingly vivid. I have a copy of the same photo somewhere but this one was posted by an old neighbor, George Thibault. Mom is standing in the street with my brother Phil, …

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The Goddess of I-5

The Goddess of I-5 I met her at the Arco Station Where she was asking for spare dollars, And when I tipped my head back to my car And reached in for my wallet, She said her name was Angel And she was walking to save the planet. When I handed her a twenty She …

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