Forty Two

The narrow path began to incline slowly, cutting between trees that curled up from the ground like snakes. Stately Banyans punctuated the chaos, their thick, ancient trunks stretching toward the sky before splitting into an explosion of branches which turned right around and grew back down into the ground again in an unending loop of…

Forty One

Bishop Smith seemed shocked when I returned to school no longer on probation. He couldn’t seem to grasp that I was neither far too ruined for redemption nor, I suspected, that I’d managed to slide from his control. Although I was no longer required to report to him, I still felt an inexplicable need to…

Forty

As I blinked the foggy sleep out of my jet-lagged eyes, I tried to make sense of the image before me. Two black-haired, Sri Lankan boys in stiff collared shirts stood before me, staring awkwardly at the ceiling. I scrubbed my eyes and blinked up at them confusedly. They studied the corner in response, trying…

Thirty Nine

After a month of in-depth conversations with Gloria and gorging on the writings of Maya Angelou, my strength felt sufficient to confront my new bishop. My hands shook uncontrollably but my voice was steady and my gaze sure as I explained myself. I felt I had done the work, effectively gone through the process and…

Thirty Eight

Mothers can be very intuitive. While improved, my struggle had not ended upon returning home. My mom had noticed. To her everlasting credit she arranged for me to talk, not to a Bishop, but to a psychologist. My mother is a very wise woman. My stomach danced anxiously as I sat in the psychologist’s waiting room….