Skip to content

The Weight of My Days

A dynamic sculpture from pennies

Random Posts

  • Kickin’ itKickin’ itAugust 25, 2016
  • List oppressionList oppressionMarch 25, 2016
  • Secret gardenSecret gardenApril 19, 2016
  • The distance I feelThe distance I feelAugust 24, 2016
  • In the real worldIn the real worldApril 16, 2016
  • Small and simpleSmall and simpleMay 22, 2016
  • Scrap heapsScrap heapsApril 3, 2016
  • One cold February dayOne cold February dayFebruary 13, 2016
  • Exit stage leftExit stage leftJuly 27, 2016
  • A diet that actually worksA diet that actually worksMay 10, 2016
  • Driving Ms. ZoeDriving Ms. ZoeNovember 18, 2016
  • Living like lavaLiving like lavaDecember 20, 2016
  • Why me?Why me?November 18, 2015
  • Toe socksToe socksDecember 18, 2016
  • Day 35: Powering downDay 35: Powering downAugust 10, 2015
  • The most lush spring everThe most lush spring everJune 10, 2016
  • The divided selfThe divided selfJanuary 2, 2016
  • Day XX: Sizing it upJuly 15, 2015
  • A million legsA million legsApril 27, 2016
  • Four steps of investigative journalism and other pursuitsFour steps of investigative journalism and other pursuitsNovember 4, 2015

Tag: sexual assault

At the edge of the pool

At the edge of the pool

There were adults in that swimming pool. Couldn’t they tell the difference between the shrieks of kids playing and the shriek of abject terror from a small girl being chased by a teenage boy? Why did they ignore my cries for help? And some part of me knew that if they didn’t respond while it was … read more At the edge of the pool

Posted on October 13, 2016May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories ShelterTags 1968, groping, sexual assault, swimming
© Copyright 2015-2017 Lisa Schnellinger