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That One Drop of Poison

Years ago a very wise man said to me, "the smallest drop of poison can kill even the healthiest of people". And for years I have pondered over this idea. What does it mean? How do you know who is poison? Are there exceptions? One realization that I've come to in my own personal life is that as…

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“Roll Red Roll”…Holy Sh*t!

Recently I attended a screening of a documentary directed by Nancy Schwartzman called "Roll Red Roll", and I walked out thinking "holy shit, how does this happen?". I was lucky enough to be able to sit through a Q&A session with Schwartzman and also the blogger who helped to expose this story, Alex Goddard. Afterwards…

“My body felt like it wasn’t mine anymore”

The story you are about to read may be difficult for some. Honestly, I hope it is difficult for everyone to read. Within this brave young woman's story lies a fear that so many of us live with each and every day. Sometimes it is subconscious. Other times it is painfully obvious. This woman chose…

“I’m trying to be brave by typing this”

When Jessie sent me her story I sat quietly reading it while tears poured down my cheeks. Not only for what she has endured, but because I know the fear that is felt when you tell someone about the demons of your past. I reached out to her showing her both support and gratitude for…

The Singleness of It All

If you simply type "Being Single Meme" in Google Image search you will have a visual representation of what I am about to talk about. But hang tight, don't quit on me yet. Why do we joke so much about being single? It's like being the kid who trips in the lunch room and ends…

Swinging (no, not the drop your watch in a glass bowl kind of swinging)

The media has been having a field day with what seems to be a continuous stream of sexual harassment stories, and the targets have been both seemingly obvious and shocking. Although stories of sexual harassment have been reported by the media in the past, the level at which they are reported now is, in a…

Reduced

Three months ago I was reduced. Not in size (too much wine and pizza), not in money (although possible because again...too much wine and pizza), but in worth. I was handed the title of "Just a Girl". In that moment I felt my entire being beginning to unravel. Years of self-reflection, self-awareness, and yes, much-needed…