If you’re anything like me, in the face of overwhelming feelings, it can feel difficult to know where to begin. Is it protesting? Most likely. Is it donating to organizations like the ACLU? Absolutely.…

I still remember where I stood, what my eyes held their gaze toward, and my harsh, harsh words. A and I were both teenagers — seventeen and still navigating the inner and outer workings…

“We know things in their depth and beauty only by a second gaze of love.” This concept of a “second gaze of love” is what Richard Rohr refers to as “mirroring.” It means to…

I’m currently sitting in Waupaca, Wisconsin. It is my little piece of heaven. I’m always just the right amount of alone at this place. On every side are the tall trees that both block…

In the almost five weeks since the election of Trump, it has still been hard to grapple with reality. The fear is real in that, no matter how predictable it all looks, it is…

On my emotionally healthy days, I can navigate my way to a middle-ground. I can spot the minute details of a situation and find commonality. I am willing to erase the line in the…

I don’t know where your head is at on day two after the presidential election. Yesterday, for me, I could barely think straight. Being a woman felt more real than ever before. Being Mexican…

I will be the first to admit that I was one of many to read Gone Girl. Sure, it was a last minute, crap-forgot-to-buy-a-book-before-vacation read. It turned out, however, that my sun soaked days were…

The brain is a fascinating piece of equipment. Yesterday, on my therapists couch, I called it “crazy.” She called it “smart.” The brain does this thing when you experience something traumatic. Well, I mean, it…