Together with your help, CT Working Moms raised $2,000 for the Chrysalis Safe House. We would like to say thank you for your kindness and generosity. You’ve helped make these rooms a little warmer, filled with a little more inspiration, and added a little more love. Your compassion has made a difference in our community, and from the bottom of our hearts, we thank you.
Tag: domestic violence
It’s a great logo, right? It’s nice to sit in front of our oversized monitors or look at our bedazzled smart phones with a giant Starbucks coffee in our manicured hands and smile and nod and agree, “Yes. That’s lovely. Let’s love more and judge less. Let’s do that.” But how do we actually
We all have songs that speak to us for different reasons. Lately, the song Heathens by Twenty One Pilots has been hitting a sensitive part of my soul. The song isn’t even necessarily about my situation, it was written for the movie Suicide Squad (which I haven’t even seen). Yet, several lyrics in the song speak
Working with trauma survivors has been a humbling experiencing. Surviving trauma has been equally so. I do not consider my experiences to be as tragic or overwhelming as the people I’ve met along the way, but I would be remiss if I didn’t acknowledge my own struggles. In acknowledging that I have lived, less than
There is nothing as soothing after an honest, raw blog than someone telling you they needed to read it. I was honored and touched, so thank you, fellow survivor-mom. She spoke to me about how she put her “survivor stuff” away when she had kids. She began hearing the things we’ve all heard when we travel down
I have spent the last twenty-gulp-one years working as a social worker in the field of violence against women and children. It’s been more than a couple of decades of learning about the worst of the worst of what human beings are capable of doing to each other, often to those they claim to love.
Bedtime has come and gone. Songs have been sung. Pillows have been fluffed. Blankets have been tucked in. Kisses have been placed on foreheads. The dog has received his last head pat. Off to dreamland we go. Only we forgot something. “Mommy, what will Monday bring?” Our dear Sage needs to have a sense of “what’s
My first year in college, I wanted to throw away my math scholarship and switch majors. Something about 2+2=4, every.single.day, was getting under my skin. In my world, 2=2 was five one day, and pink Toyotas the next. As punishment (or rather, to be sure) my advisor game me the Saint Joseph College course catalog, told me to