(Although you probably should.)
Over the past couple of years, I’ve been working to heal to a point where I’m comfortable sharing my story. Writing my first memoir helped that tremendously; now that my story has been written and subsequently read by complete strangers, it’s gotten easier, somehow, to verbally share my story in face-to-face interactions. While I don’t... Continue Reading →
I’ve been reading Complex PTSD: From Surviving to Thriving by Pete Walker, and yesterday, I read chapter six, “What is My Trauma Type?” As I was reading, I realized I’ve had different responses to different traumas, which completely blew my mind. For years, I’ve struggled identifying my “trauma type,” primarily because I believed an individual... Continue Reading →
Every summer, it happens. The cookout gear goes on sale. SUVs laden with camping equipment and boats speed down the interstate. Tri-color attire appears en masse as matching flags are raised on porches. All of these things happen in a celebration for the day American colonies declared their independence from King George III’s tyranny. Yet... Continue Reading →
I stayed up last night to watch the coverage out of Kyiv, listening to reporters talk about the latest developments with over the sound of explosions. It’s a sound I’d never heard before, except in movies…and it’s a sound I’ll never forget. Since I was a teenager, I’ve always owned shirts that say “Make love,... Continue Reading →
If you’ve been following my story for a while, you’re aware that I’m part of a group of former students who are working together to implement better procedures for vetting potential teachers—specifically teachers who have had sexual harassment and/or assault allegations brought against them by their students. (See an article about this by Emmy-winner Kara... Continue Reading →
Tonight, a news story will be breaking out of Indianapolis that details multiple instances of abuse of power, sexual harassment, coercion, and verbal abuse by an individual from my past—a teacher and my father figure. Someone I looked to for guidance, wisdom, comfort, and support. Someone who took advantage of dozens of girls in a... Continue Reading →
In January of 2020, I embarked on a quest to read all one hundred books on the “Must-Read” list compiled by Goodreads. These evaluations are completed in two posts over on my book blog, The Pensive Bookworm—one is an analysis and my opinion regarding the book’s inclusion, the second is a review. Last year, I... Continue Reading →
Over the past few days, I’ve been watching Holes (2003) with my kids. We’ve been watching it in 30-40 minute spurts because, well, toddlers—need I really say more? Anyway, in listening to the score, I remembered something from my childhood. I was seven years old when Holes was released, and I remember listening to the... Continue Reading →
Last night, I resurrected my abandoned Instagram account. I decided that, despite my best efforts, the people who I desperately want to keep out of my life and business are still finding information on me, so why continue trying to hide? Hiding isn’t doing me any favors; it isn’t offering me any protection. On top... Continue Reading →
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