When I Tell You My Story

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 →

Women’s Rights are Human Rights

As I mentioned in a previous post, I’ve spent part of the pandemic taking classes online through Coursera. One of those courses is from Stanford University, taught by Anne Firth Murray. The class explores Women’s Health and Human Rights around the world, and one of our first assignments was to read the 1995 Beijing Declaration,... Continue Reading →

Help for Afghanistan

I’m a work-from-home mother of toddlers, living barely above the poverty line in the American Midwest, and I can still advocate for the women and children in Afghanistan.

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