Tiny Love Stories: ‘We Met at a Gay Bar Called Woody’s’
Finding Trust in Trauma In a movie, a twangy guitar riff would have played. I was a longtime lone ranger with debilitating social anxiety after moving from New Jersey to Tokyo and back again. She was a sandy-haired palomino mare who had become a therapist for traumatized veterans. The kicker? She, herself, had suffered prolonged…
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