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Watch how a woman blossoms when she finally feels safe.  My children will tell you that my home was a big box of beige, cream and beige colors and light dashes of turquoise and browns with very little bright accent colors as they grew up. My style was very Midwest contemporary and honestly it looked like my home could be anyone’s living space and not necessarily my own.That all ended about 5 years ago, after writing See You Later. It took some time to self publish and durin

It’s hard to deepen the intimacy in a relationship when we feel we can’t say stuff or there are parts of ourselves we need to hide. It’s true that different relationships “pull” for different parts of us. We’re a slightly different person at work than we are at home; we’re a slightly different person to our romantic partner than we are to our friends; we’re a slightly different person to our family than we are to strangers. But if a relationship is predicated on us being a “v

When my daughter was 4, I learned from my daughter that her grandfather was taking her into men’s restrooms. She had seen things she should not. The way I found out? My daughter began having nightmares and stopped wanting to go anywhere with her grandfather. I questioned her and she told me what she had seen. I was shocked and absolutely heartbroken for my little girl. I calmly told her grandfather that I had to ask him something, because I would not be a good mother if I did

One summer, when I was 9, I spent an entire week with my grandmother. She lived 35 minutes from my home. She is the woman who adopted my mother, but never wanted an adopted child. My mother grew up knowing her father wanted her and her mother did not. I did not know this until I was a teenager. Her father was away, 325 days a year as a truck driver. I was afraid of my grandfather, only because I did not know him. I liked my grandmother a lot, I didn’t love her, because I only