Hold On – A New Blog Post from That Terry

I cannot hold on to old humiliations. I cannot let them seep into present-day interactions with friends, colleagues or my spouse. When I write these thoughts and feelings, they startle me with their power. They frighten me by their power. I cower and writhe under scrutiny from their power. Sunday evening, I fell prey to that might. My defences were down. Stress and defeat had…

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The Weakness – Toi Derricotte

That time my grandmother dragged me through the perfume aisles at Saks, she held me up by my arm, hissing, “Stand up,” through clenched teeth, her eyes bright as a dog’s cornered in the light. She said it over and over, as if she were Jesus, and I were dead. She had been solid as a tree, a fur around her neck, a light-skinned matron…

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