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R.C. Taylor
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I write to invoke, to process, to honor, to resurrect, and—sometimes—to grieve but, above all, I write to be free.
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Three Degrees of Separation. Top Story - September 2021.
Happy isn’t the word I would use to describe my childhood. I’ll spare you the details besides the fact that it included kidnapping and abuse; this isn’t because I don’t think that my trauma narrative isn’t important, but because I want to highlight the important lessons that I’ve learned while trying to figure out who I am as a person, a scholar, and an employee. All you need to know is that I have had PTSD, depression, and anxiety since I was very young.
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Journal
Bulls are Colorblind
The last thing that I thought I would run into in a bar two states away from my hometown was my past. Dillan Carmichael grins boyishly at me from across the room, his blond hair a halo around his face. Beneath his pleasantness, though, he’s all shark teeth and sirens in the night. His anger lurks beneath the surface of his handsome exterior, waiting until you feel safe enough before it rears its ugly head.
By R.C. Taylor3 years ago in Fiction
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