C. M. Sangalis

A trauma prayer for the separated children

Immigration is a mess, the policy debates are long and nuanced. Wherever you fall in those debates is rather irrelevant because the effects of the zero-tolerance policy are simply untenable. We are violently, traumatically breaking thousands of already-at-risk children. Read... Continue Reading →

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I was clotheslined by love

Or, why we--parents of two young children--are signed up to the run the NYC marathon for charity: Ted and I met at the 2011 Restore NYC Gala. Ted was involved in various anti-sex trafficking efforts and had appeared in a... Continue Reading →

Charles Dickens on Potty Training Toddlers

Potty Training toddlers is actually what Charles Dickens wrote about in the Tale of Two Cities.

Do not go gentle into 30

Dylan Thomas convinced me to pierce me cartilage for my 30th birthday. Yes, that Dylan Thomas. The mid-century welsh poet who wrote so powerfully, evocatively: rage rage against the dying of the light. Do not go gentle into that good... Continue Reading →

The Cosby Verdict & Christmas

There aren't many victories when you're a survivor of sexual abuse. Healing is slow to come, and when it does the deep scars remain. But today, I want to toast to the women who spoke out and who took the... Continue Reading →

An open letter to my psychiatrist

Dear Doctor B, There's a lot of stigma around medication for mental health, especially in certain places of faith, mine included. I'd wrestled against personal use of medication for a long time. I was afraid of its power and embarrassed by... Continue Reading →

What God does.

Our roof is leaking. We've not been here a year and the list of broken and breaking things in our new house is endless. (#moneypit) Ted called our warranty company today, they sent us a bunch of roofing companies, and... Continue Reading →

When you need the clichés

I grew up in a small town called Loveland, where Valentine’s Day is a big deal. The entire city is decorated in red wooden hearts. In High School I competed to be Ms. Loveland Valentine, a position of citizenship excellence.... Continue Reading →

A Pep Talk to My Pregnant Self

Oh mama bear, you're almost done and ready to start loving this little squirmy. This little boy life in your belly is already so full and vivacious that it can hardly be contained by your joints and marrow much longer.... Continue Reading →

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