When I think of Emilie Folda, I think of her tombstone. The only photo I saw of her is not even of her. My grandmother, a child, looks so small next to the massive stone. How sad she looks in her...

No one ever burned me with cigarette butts or locked me in a closet for hours or days. I was fed and clothed. Whenever a therapist or some other expert said “trauma,” I passed it off. “Trauma”...

Thank you for your kindness, for your care with my story, or whatever it is I’m doing here. I couldn’t tell it if I didn’t feel safe in your eyes. I used to think of myself as typical. “This is how...

We're going down the rabbit hole. I've been doing a fair amount of work on myself. It started with an exploration of anxiety, which led to inherited family trauma, and then internal family systems....

I’ve been in Spain since May 7th, visiting Khrystyna Lukashchuk, the artist who illustrated Prince Tarkten and The Rocking House. This week, I’d like you to have a vacation too, so I’m bringing back...

One morning, sitting up in bed, blue headphones on, I listened to a meditation on self-love. Roxie was in her fuzzy round bed on the floor, waiting for the blue headphones to come off. The...