I was born in Oregon. But I have very little memory of it. When I was four, the desert became… Read more Wild Blackberry Bushes of Trauma

I found a place for my letter. Yes, THAT letter. At the end of September, while everyone was gripped by… Read more #ReturnTheLetter

Today, oh what a dear blessing to my soul. I was able to visit the home my family lived in… Read more Soiled Innocence

A sexual assault happens every 99 seconds in the US. That’s over 321,000 survivors. EVERY year. 92-98% of claims are… Read more Hear the Voices of the Nine Million

I was reminded today that some of my posts might imply I’m on the other side of the battle—risen and… Read more No Man’s Land

Today I gave up. My soul crashed. What am I fighting for? What are we kicking at? The deep wells… Read more Today I Gave Up

“When the solid ground is falling down underneath my feet; between the black skies and my red eyes, I can… Read more Sound of Silence

Each time I speak or travel, I am asked when my story is coming. I have a map of the work and timeline on my wall with little lines, arrows, and dashes that I’m sure I knew meant something at some point. The ever-rising tasks of the nonprofit and business world make it appear impossible to start. Amidst the inundation, I am simply going to leap.