Rape, Suppressed Memory, and the Hope of Forgiveness

“I wronged you in the past,” came the LinkedIn message notification on my phone. It was late on a Friday afternoon. I was at work, plowing through as much as I could before the weekend. I did not recognize the name on the message. Whoever it was, he wanted to apologize. For what? Who was… Continue reading Rape, Suppressed Memory, and the Hope of Forgiveness

Me Too

He gave me a ride home from a party. He was older. Maybe eight or nine years older. He was a friend of the guys my friends and I were hanging out with that night. Pot-head frat types who played great music and had a big room for dancing in. In our first year of… Continue reading Me Too