I’m extremely honored that Shondaland (??!!) has published my essay on how domestic violence survivors can turn photographs into power. The stories of the women who our police reports call “Victim 1”, are more than headlines. Their stories of triumph and insight, courage and survival, deserve to be heard. And believed. Trigger Warning: Discussion of domestic…
I used to write here. My heart would beat so fast when I sat down to type. I could feel the words in my throat, bubbling and exploding and rising up without warning. I would write when the house was quiet, drafting opening paragraphs under the stream of a hot shower, emerging to tap them…
“I’m 100% sure it’s not Melanoma” the physician’s assistant said, as Ben sat watching us from the corner chair of an ice cold examining room. I shifted in my paper gown, trying to hide the rip that Ben had created when he slid off my lap as my exam began. The PA laughed. “Well, I should…
Congratulations! Now that your sweet little one is nestled into his carseat, and you are headed home from the hospital, it’s time to review some very important rules for maintaining the health, dignity, self-esteem, emotional resilience, and future intelligence of your cherished offspring. Perhaps you’ve heard that there is a “proper” way to do this…
In just a few weeks, Max will turn 6 and Ben will turn 2. My sweet, hilarious, curious, kind little boys are growing out of their clothes, growing out of their baby routines, and growing into little people who share their dynamic personalities with ease and laughter. But they are not the only ones…
Dear Son, Last night, you wondered out loud why some mommies have girl babies in their tummies, and some mommies have boy babies. And so it begins. We talked about how your DNA is like a recipe for how your body will grow. We paused. You asked more. We talked about how daddies have…
I laughed at a first grader who knocked over a row of bikes this morning. She was late to school, walking her bike the last few steps before parking it in front of the principal’s office. “Come ON!” her mom begged. “The bell just rang!” Their footsteps tapped along the sidewalk in a familiar, choreographed dance. …