3 03, 2017

Come and Be Shameless With Me!

By | March 3rd, 2017|My Blog|0 Comments

The 3rd annual Shattering Stigma With Stories conference them is Shameless. Why Shameless? Because there is no shame in mental illness. This year, I am honored to share my story about what it's like to live with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder at this powerful one-day conference. I would love it if you came out to [...]

28 02, 2017

Guest Post: Help for My #Parenting #Anxiety from My #Kids

By | February 28th, 2017|My Blog|2 Comments

I don't remember ever having anxiety, until I had kids. My sweet, mellow first-born was diagnosed with high-functioning autism, hypotonia (low muscle tone), possible apraxia of speech, and hyperlexia when he was two. Then, my darling daughter had ureteral reflux leading to two surgical procedures before she was even 18 months old, including bilateral ureteral [...]

28 02, 2017

How the Church Continues to Accept Abuse

By | February 28th, 2017|My Blog|6 Comments

My friend's name is Martha. She is a composite of several women I have known over the years who have experienced the church's acceptance of abuse. Women who have been blamed and criticized and judged for trying to stay safe and sane. Who have been ostracized for trying to protect their children and themselves. Who [...]

24 02, 2017

Guest Post: Why I Should Run for President

By | February 24th, 2017|My Blog|Comments Off on Guest Post: Why I Should Run for President

The president has been in office for about a month, and it's fair to say that it has been a rocky experience. Welcome Wendy to the blog, writing about changes she would make if she was elected president. ******* They (and no, I don't have any idea who "they" are) say that if you think [...]

20 02, 2017

Happy to Open the Can of Whoop Ass

By | February 20th, 2017|My Blog|Comments Off on Happy to Open the Can of Whoop Ass

"What about your kids threatens you?" asked Hannah, my counselor of more than ten years. I reared back in my seat as if she had slapped me. A bit of a challenge, as I sat embraced by comfy couch cushions. "Ooooooo, look what you did there!" she fairly crowed. "You could not help yourself." I [...]

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