Can suffering be interpreted through a different lens? — To watch you suffer rips my heart into a million pieces. I am overwhelmed by the weight of helplessness. Restrained in a windowless room, I can offer you no relief. I bounce from wall to wall to wall I pound on the doors pleading with a higher power to intervene. …

The comfort of escaping to the simple yet complex world underneath a mango tree — I stop to rest underneath my favorite mango tree. With its sprawling branches and wide canopy, the giant tree provides perfect shade from the tropical heat. I lean back against its thick trunk and take my shoes off, letting my tired feet and legs melt into the damp earth. …

A metaphor from my therapist that helped me stop expecting others to behave as I wanted them to and accept them as they are My therapist helped me navigate my divorce and all the crazy that came before, during, and after. She was a godsend. Through her own divorce several…

The crisis enveloping our country is a reflection of our darkest instincts oozing out into the open. We’ve collectively lifted the rock to reveal the foulness that lurks within each of us and it has slowly become who we are as a nation. The current social and political climate in…

Five characteristics to look for and an example of what could happen if you get in the crosshairs of a workplace predator. — We tend to think that men who prey on women look like boogeymen or live along the margins of society. However, that simply is not true. Now that’s not to say that some men who prey on women don’t look like scary boogeymen or exist on the fringes of society…

Most of us are aware of the horror stories of online dating and the peculiar, goofy, and sometimes creepy men that are out there. There are obvious red flags we should heed but more importantly, there are also subtle red flags to take note of before considering moving forward with…

Dancing along in a world created by my mind. Hiding behind the smoke and mirrors. Losing myself to someone I thought better than I. Ignoring the rumblings deep within until they would be ignored no longer, demanding acknowledgment. The destruction I never thought divorce would be the destruction of my life and…

The reckoning of my soul The walls I built to hold it all in are crumbling. Sitting vulnerable in my room with the doors and windows blown wide open. My space is darkness now. Solitude. Naked in a swamp of my own doing. Fear lurking above the murky waters. A…

The street is crowded with people returning home after a long day of work. We look beyond each other not noticing the brush of our shoulders as we clutch our purses and bags and race to make the light at the crosswalk. The noise of the city is deafening. Taxis…