I Came Home From Teaching All Day to Find a Lock on My Own Pantry

But Miss Reynolds, what they are doing to you has a name. It is abuse.”

That word stopped me entirely. Abuse. Could something be abuse when it came from your own child? Could love and abuse exist in the same house, in the same relationship, at the same time?

I sat with that question for a long time after we hung up.

Then I put everything back in the continue reading …