I’m remembering the day a Loved One disclosed to me their assault. The details that stuck with me: the sound of children and birds as we looked out the windows open on a mild day; the sound of the rocking chair; the moments chosen to look over, the moments chosen to look out; the sensation of carefully picking words, as you would carefully shift your weight in the woods, not wanting to startle a deer; the feel and smell of a sweet breeze with an undertone of spring leaf rot. Continue reading “Disclosure”