I was 10 years old when my ongoing sexual abuse at the hands of a male relative finally ended. I don’t remember how old I was when he began molesting me, only that I was too young to understand what was happening and what it was called. Or that it was criminal and demented and … More The reason we end our silence and finally disclose our sexual abuse.
Instead of, “I’m so sorry I was a bit late,” how about, “Thank you so much for your patience.” I love the switcheroo, don’t you? … More Not Even Sorry, Not Sorry: A Long Overdue New Battle Cry For The Warrior In Us All
She’s grit. She’s light. She’s wild at heart. She’s oh no she di-int. She’s just watch me. She’s even though. She’s anyway. … More Want to know how to belong even when you don’t fit in? Watch how she does it.
Who can say how I got started? I told one lie and then another and it just snowballed from there.