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.
I’ve always been the kid who sits in the back of the room and wise cracks to the class about the (unspoken) rules that we were expected to abide. It wasn’t about getting attention. It was signaling that I was wise to the charade. That I understood about
I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to heal lately. How do we move to wholeness when sometimes it seems like the views of others are stacked against us? A few months ago, I tore a tendon in my shoulder, maybe from overuse while swimming. Swimming had
“Wow! This place is huge! This is gonna be great.” He’s in a onesie. It covers his feet with soft fabric. His excitement propels him. He runs into the house, down the hall, into the kitchen. He makes a sliding stop, changes directions, runs back and to the left,
We all process the world differently. For those of us who carry deep trauma, things that barely register for others can hit us like a truck. A word, a tone, an image — and suddenly we’re shaken to the core. It’s an echo of old wounds, the lingering touch
