The other night I performed a piece about being raped and after the show a man, twenty-nine years old came up to me and told me that he spent most of his life in foster homes and orphanages and that "that" had happened to him a few times. He said he was beginning his path to healing and so sincerely thanked me for sharing my story. We held hands during the conversation then he gave me a hug. O my heart. The mommy in me wanted to hold him and never let go. Wanted to erase all of those "thats" that happened to him. But erasing is not our work. Telling is though. Telling is.