For two days, I fight the story welling up in me, denying the itch of the burn, the angry redness biting at my skin. And then I wake up the third day and say to myself, “My mom was raped when she was my age. When she was twenty-seven.”
Lauren Westerfield is a writer and editor living in San Diego. Her essays have appeared in The How-To Issue and Share or Die: Voices of the Get Lost Generation in the Age of Crisis. She is an associate editor with the Hypothetical Review. Find her online at http://laurenwesterfield.com.