Human Rights

Let’s Be Better Humans

She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of the Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmarksgrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rethoric question ran over her cheek, then she continued her way.

My Pain Is Not For Sale: I Will Never Publish Sexual Assault by J.M. Bates (guest post)

It is 1989 and I am four years old. I somehow survive a sexual assault. Terrible things happen to children all the time, and they are stronger than they look. Twenty-five years is a long time to heal from anything. In 1991, I am sitting in a sand box in my parents’ back yard by …

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