When I was baptized at 7, I was given a beautiful statue of St Mary. Cream, gold, and light pink, she sat on my dresser and watched me. Her...

My mother was beautiful. Fragile, strong, and delicate all at once. She was generous and giving. She was impatient and unkind. She was abusi...

Dear Lily and Sam, It's almost Thanksgiving, a time when many people begin to reflect on the things in life they are most grateful for...

I've spent alot of my life hating myself. Too fat. Too ugly. Too unlovable. Not enough. Broken. Passed over. Thrown away. Discarded....

Yesterday was my 8th wedding anniversary. 8 years, 2 kids, countless sleepless nights, loads of laundry, bills, traumatic events, surgerie...

There is so much I want to say, and no way to say it. No way to form my mind around what I am feeling. I'm trying to push through. But...

I thought the broken days were behind me. The days of tears and wounds and the deep deep drowning. The days of losing time and space an...