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Chapter 1 (continued): “Even Bath Salts Have Their Limits” (from BRONX NIGHTS 🌃🍎)

  Content Warning: This piece includes discussions of actual childhood sexual abuse, trauma, PTSD and survival. Reader discretion advised. No, seriously.   This isn’t a safe read. It’s not sanitized. It’s the truth—raw, bloody, alive. Bronx Nights is about what it means to survive when the world doesn’t want your story told.   x   […]

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Chapter 1: “Son” (from BRONX NIGHTS 🌃🍎)

    “Son, do you know what you’re doing?”   Pause. When is the last time someone other than my mother called me that? Granted, the speaker is an older, African American woman with an undeniable Big Apple accent. She’s a bank teller, but this is Columbia, South Carolina, and I can see how she […]

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