Stepping In

Stepping In

    Where am I being called to step in?   This is the question I find myself asking as, like so many others, I’ve watched and listened to the events of the last week with a mixture of horror, anger, and deep sadness.    It’s not the first time I’ve...
Never Too Late

Never Too Late

Was I too old? Last week I celebrated my fiftieth birthday. It’s been almost 30 years since I was sexually assaulted by a stranger in Paris, where I was living and working as a nanny the year after graduating from college.   It’s been more than five years since I...
Welcome To The Breathing Room

Welcome To The Breathing Room

Losing my breath. Terrified, I gasped for air with each inhale, as if someone was sitting on my chest. I was eight years old. After spending a couple of hours climbing hay bales with my siblings and cousins in the barn at my grandmother’s farm, my breathing was...

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