by Elizabeth Wilcox | May 15, 2020 | Elizabeth's Blog
Aftershocks When people learn how long I stayed with him, how long I dwelt with his violence and his control, they often remark upon it. Specifically, they question: how could someone like me—someone as smart as I am—stay in that...
by Elizabeth Wilcox | May 1, 2020 | Elizabeth's Blog
Stasis I stared out the window at the bright sunlit world, briefly mesmerized by the slight sway of the tender branches of a young pine and the tall stand of lavender, set to motion by a breeze that was undoubtedly welcome to those outside...
by Elizabeth Wilcox | Apr 17, 2020 | Elizabeth's Blog
Precipice It began with the photos. Really, not even photos, so much as the mention of them. To be accurate, it began with an entry in a blog. Not an email—not any sort of missive—and certainly not a phone call. A bland,...
by Elizabeth Wilcox | Apr 3, 2020 | Elizabeth's Blog
Me, the day after I fled my abusive relationship for the final time, February 2016 One of the great benefits of writing is the catharsis that it can offer. Putting the demons that haunt my mind down into words is an excellent way to begin the process of exorcising...
