Picture it: Dallas, 2001. I was settling into my singleness and adjusting to the demands of working and raising my then-toddler son. Slowly dealing, but still feeling the weight of it all, but I sought solace in my friends, my … Read the rest
It’s a familiar scene from 1985’s classic film The Color Purple: newlywed Sofia charges through a cornfield, face freshly bruised by husband Harpo, to confront in-law Celie about her advice for him to “beat her.”
“All my life I had … Read the rest