We recently moved this blog to a new host company that will save us some money, while also enabling us to have unlimited writers (the old site limited us to two writers). The process took longer than expected and I didn't want to add new content until the transition was complete, which it is.
So, this is just to say we'll be posting more regularly beginning this week. We'll try to have at least two new stories each month, with a goal of eventually adding one per week.
We are in a moment that calls on all of us–out of human decency–not to look away from the sexual violence and isolation perpetrated on men and boys, women and girls, adults and children.
It is not uncommon for survivors of trauma to carry intrusive memories. They surface without consent: in dreams, in moments of stillness, sometimes in the middle of joy. The body remembers what the mind cannot control.
My brother’s suicide was the cataclysmic event that put me on the path to finally remembering everything. His name was Frankie.
We are in a moment that calls on all of us–out of human decency–not to look away from the sexual violence and isolation perpetrated on men and boys, women and girls, adults and children.
I’ve come to believe that a healing journey is like dealing with the death of a loved one. The pain never entirely goes away. However, the pain can be lessened over time as we relearn to embrace life more fully. My healing journey began four years ago. During COVID,