There is always something taboo, something repressed, un-admitted, or just glimpsed quickly out of the corner of one’s eye because a direct look is too unsettling. Taboos lie within taboos, like the skin of an...

OK, it’s over.” Maybe never. Maybe sooner than I know. I recently told Dr. Driscoll that I feel the beginnings of feeling OK, that this is the right path.

It wasn’t a sign of weakness to tell what happened to me. I feel guilt no longer, only regret. The other emotions are coming around too. How much further do I need to go? I’m...

As I let it out, layer by layer, Dr. Driscoll helped with the bumps and valleys. He knew just how much to draw out of me and how much I could handle. He is such...

Like the layers of an onion, under the first lie is another, and under that another, and they all make you cry.

I’m like an onion. You can peel away my layers, but the further you go, the more it’ll make you cry.

Reality, it seems, is not a flat plane, but has as many veils as an onion has skins.

A woman always has half an onion left over, no matter what the size of the onion, the dish or the woman

Life is an onion – you peel it year by year and sometimes cry.

The shame, embarrassment, feeling of low self-worth, and scores of “labels” we give ourselves are not fitting. I am beginning to see how I had no control over the situation. He was a big man,...