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C. M. Sangalis

Grief and Joy make a strong Christmas

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 →

Sexual Abuse and this post-election world

I'd be lying if I said that I was overwhelmed at the 1500 people who read my blog about what it was like to experience Trump's election as a sexual abuse survivor. (Ok, it'd only be a half lie because... Continue Reading →

Trump’s election from the perspective of a sexual abuse survivor. 

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 →

Where the light goes.

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 →

Endings

I have never known an ending. Not truly. Who knows what the Lord can do? Pauses and breaks, yes. Most certainly. Maybe even what feels like a dropped story line of a relationship or two, or a lost dream. But... Continue Reading →

Identity whiplash.

It's like I grew up being encouraged to be anything I want. I spent years in schools always focused on the next level of achievement: being ready for high school English, college level course loads, post-graduate bosses, the next career... Continue Reading →

Is it a sign?

Is it a bad sign for our marriage that Ted and I argue about cover stealing during the day? Is it a bad sign for our marriage that this argument happens long after we've made our bed and long before... Continue Reading →

I don’t know who I married

I don't think I know who I married, even though we celebrated our fourth anniversary in August. We've been through some really dark times (PTSD) and some really great times (our son). But yesterday I spent three hours on the... Continue Reading →

My rings remained in their waiting place

I didn't wear my rings to dinner.  I forgot to put them back on. I admitted that it was my fault-not my husband's-that I didn't shower soon enough. So I turned off the water and put on perfume and rushed... Continue Reading →

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