Giving Up Addiction
I was 17, homeless, scared and sick when I decided to enter drug treatment for the third time. I didn’t want to get clean, I just wanted a break. I wanted to think for a second, to be able to feel my skin again. When I got there, and the doors locked behind me, I felt anything but relief. I was... Find Out More
At the Tivoli
by Lorrie Colin Spoering
Hordes of high school kids. They look so young.
Lanky, gawky high school boys. Smirking, laughing, gathered around a
table. Trying to look like you belong here. It is painfully obvious you
do not. You want to look older, like MEN, not the boys you are.
You are boys.... Find Out More
you are riding home in the car of someone you call friend but really isn't, getting in much too late from the most recent party/rave/get-together that undoubtedly required you to exchange money for mediocore memories. your teeth are furry and your makeup is smudged and a mood clings to you like the smell of mud and piss and ash, a... Find Out More
by Elisabeth Pruden
Nothing changes someone's opinion of you quicker than revealing to them you've had an abortion. Some people are genuinely curious about your experience, and respect your right to control your own body as well as your own destiny.
Others, (and in my experience these "others" constitute the... Find Out More
Beat the Statistics
by Yvonne Fide
My best friend waited in the lobby as I was brought into the small but comfy office of the family planning clinic. I thought I was too hasty in making the appointment. I just knew that they would tell me that I'm not pregnant, give me some protection, tell me to talk to my parents and send me on... Find Out More