Updated on October 30, 2017
Whiplash and grief. These two words were given to me by my therapist on my visit to her office last Spring after I shared with her all that went down in my life the previous two years. These two words accurately described those tumultuous years. When I first arrived at my therapist’s office, I felt disoriented. Not lost but definitely at a loss.
Judah was 6 months old at this time, and I was still reeling from his unexpected presence in my life. I fell in love with Judah
Posted on September 19, 2016
You guys… my friends are being abused; their children are being abused. This is not a joke. This is their reality and they’re opening up to me about it. And the hesitancy and the fear these women have had in telling me and their loved ones about the abuse is palpable. And it makes me realize two things:
- Domestic abuse has got to stop. Now.
- We have to create a culture where women feel safe to tell their loved ones that they are in a toxic and/or abusive marriage and need to get out.
In the past 6 months, I have had more women come out to me about abuse and infidelity in their marriages than I can keep count. It’s heartbreaking and it’s horrifying.
Updated on September 15, 2016
As you all know, it’s been a couple crazy years for us. We’ve experienced job insecurity, financial loss, broken relationships, adoption delay, and an unexpected third child – and that’s just in our personal lives. Add to this the ongoing injustices done to black, brown, queer, and/or female bodies in our nation, and I find myself reeling from hurt and pain, anger and rage.
How easy it is to live in love towards one another and yet it seems so