No right way to be a mom

No right way to be a mom

I am a mother. There is no denying it. There are two little humans who belong to me. I am fierce and protective. I teach my children to be competitive. I like to laugh about the insanity of it all. I’m snarky. I say things like, “Man, those last 9 months of pregnancy...

A Different Kind of Death

While dangerous to compare different types of tragedy, sometimes our response to one kind of trauma can inform our response to another. Last week, a graduate student at my alma mater – Brown University – committed suicide by jumping to his death from the 12th floor of...

Not my glory days.

I don’t know about you, but Glory Days doesn’t really apply to my experience of high school. I spent much of high school wanting to die or run away. I didn’t like myself at all. Most days, I despised myself. I cared so much about what other people thought...
It’s not a 4-letter word

It’s not a 4-letter word

“I just can’t say NO.” How many times have you heard this lament from someone who was stressed, overwhelmed, and overcommitted?   As a fundraiser, relationship manager, and a parent of a three year old, the word NO is a part of my life. I hear it and say it on a daily...
Power (less/ful) Birth: A Sexual Assault Survivor’s Experience

The Double Silence Series

When I gave birth to my son, I had no idea that birth could be traumatic. And as a survivor of sexual violence – even one who had spent 15 years healing – I went into pregnancy and birth without the knowledge and awareness I needed to make empowered decisions to...