Being broken doesn't mean you're not strong (and capable of being loved)

To love someone who has been broken is a brave thing to do. We have lived a life most know nothing about. To the broken, love is a scary and volatile concept. Love isn't sunshine and roses but thorns and monsoons. To the broken, yelling and raised voices are a part of a typical conversation and something to which we are accustomed. But being broken can be beautiful and strong… and you're capable of being loved.


Microaffections as revolution: one response to mass shootings and lock-down drills

Then my daughter tells me that tomorrow in school, there will be a lockdown drill and asks me if the alarm will be loud. I freeze.

We need softness in the face of terror, we need kindness in response to hate, and we need love as revolution. We need these tiny drop of some magic healing warmth. We need the opposite of the microaggressions that so many of us deal with daily… and I realize that what we need are microaffections.


Why I can't get over the Trump election, as a survivor of sexual assault

During this election cycle, I was sexually assaulted by a man that I had told just hours earlier, "I don't like you. You're the type that just takes what you want." Now that type of man is my president-elect. So this is more than losing an election. It's more than Donald Trump.

It's that I thought this country was getting better, and it's a smack in the face to realize that it's not.


Autism and puberty: my 10-year-old is growing up, and I'm not ready

My ten-year-old daughter with Asperger's syndrome just got her period. When my daughter was diagnosed several years ago as being on the Autism spectrum, I only thought so far as the toddler/elementary school years. Everyday things like getting dressed and playing with other kids were already such challenges, I just couldn't wrap my head around what would happen when my daughter, you know, becomes a woman.