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.

Some define forgiving as a choice. They say, “Choose to forgive and eventually you will feel it.” I say, you haven’t forgiven until you feel

When I was a little girl, I had a book with Nursery Rhymes. I still have it. I kept it through all my moves. The picture I attached to this

We had been sitting and talking for some time—a long time. It was like we should have been friends always, but since we hadn’t been we...

To have our children point out our inadequacies and accept it with grace is probably the hardest, bravest, and most helpful thing we could e

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...

The following excerpt from my first book, BRAVE: A Personal Story of Healing Childhood Trauma, explains the reason I spent my life...

With the words to a song about climbing out of the rubble drifting through my head, I entered the giraffe house at our local zoo. It had...

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...

I can remember going to down to the altar since I was eight.Year after year, I heard the evangelists and preachers say, “Come lay your...

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...

While watching April, the giraffe, give birth this morning, I thought it was a perfect illustration of new birth and bonding. It was a...

While bracing myself for the lurch of the tram at Denver airport, I watched as a young family with a stroller and screaming toddler tried to