I saw her stand up to give her testimony. Everything in me was screaming. "No! Don't do it!" But she did. In exquisite detail

From somewhere deep inside of me, I can still feel myself gather up strength in order to be brave for my father. We never talked about that

(Courageous like a Lion! I am meeting many who have courageously gone to therapy and are now sharing their stories to help others. I will...

It was natural to think of PTSD being a primarily military problem—until I met my own trauma and PTSD symptoms face to face.

This is my day before Mother’s Day epiphany: My dad was my mother. I blogged earlier about the difficulty of buying cards on Mother’s...

Two years ago, I marched in my graduation regalia and knew it would be my last time to sit with the faculty at Convocation. The sun was...

When I was a little girl, every Mother’s Day, my mother would go outside and pick a rose for each of us. She would choose red for me and...

Staring at the large white Victorian house in front of me, the safety and comfort of my car seemed to wrap around my terrified body and...

I always believed I had no rhythm. It wasn’t true, but I believed it. Once, when speaking, I said rhythm had been bred out of me as a...

Last week I had the opportunity to sit with a new group of potential friends and tell my story. That was a frightening thing to do...

Why did Jesus die? Well, first of all he died because religious types hated him for speaking truth that upset their carefully constructed...

This is a line of sorts in the sands of time because this blog post divides my past from my future. I suppose it can't really be that...