I remember when I was a teenager, maybe 17 or 18 years old, hearing about abuse and saying something like “I wish a man WOULD try and put his hands Read More >

On 4/5/19, I resigned from my job–a job I loved– as a Domestic Violence Victim Advocate with a local prosecution office.  This, after being reprimanded for “empowering a victim too Read More >

I arrived late at night, maybe around 10 or 11, and checked myself into the E.R. I remember it was cold outside, or maybe it was cold inside the waiting Read More >

Two years ago I reached out to my ex, the abuser, and told him I’d like to see him face to face. I wasn’t sure if he’d have the same Read More >

I was out for an evening with friends the other night when I, as many of us do, found myself absentmindedly scrolling through Facebook. As I skimmed through funny jokes, Read More >

I used to work a 2nd job as a waitress for a local sports bar.  He hated it.  “Paralegal by day, slut by night”, he used to say.  I was Read More >