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 →
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 →
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 →
I found a small spider creeping on my neck last night after we put Augustine to bed. I was drinking my allotted drop of wine with a generous side of raspberry sorbet, trying to relax. The toddler is in a... Continue Reading →
Whatever the rest of 2017 holds, it's already started off with more than a few hiccups for us. These past four months have been nuts. Let me try to recap. Augustine and I had two cancelled flights in a blizzard... Continue Reading →
There is always that first good day, after a couple weeks in the darkest of places when the mental clouds lift just enough for me to see how wonderful my life is. My lovely little life. And I cry because... Continue Reading →
The holidays are my favorite time of year; but also one of my hardest. The bustle, busyiness, financial stress, and expectations are often compounded by the Ghosts of Caitie's Christmas past. I'm in my parents deeptub during the baby's afternoon... Continue Reading →
It's been a week since the election, and most everyone has said their words. Hate crimes and bullying rhetoric fill the news, but love is also rising. Strong love, disciplined love, intentional love. Common practices are entering the public square... Continue Reading →
On Monday I was ok. And I got a text that was ok. "I am searching inpatient centers for depression. Don't tell. I'm falling apart. It feels awful. All of it." These texts come and go in my life. I think I... Continue Reading →
C. M. Sangalis 