It’s Nothing But a Neuron! Exploring How to Retrain the Brain and Heal from Sexual Abuse By: Rachel Grant Have you ever walked by a pie...

I was so depressed that I could barely move. My brain and body were quickly shutting down from too much stress. This is what survival...

Here I Am. Sitting Still. Lying down. The Lincoln Memorial Pool of Reflection My First Time Free. Free From: Repression. Sexual Economic...

When I was a child, I was fascinated with female heroines: Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman, Xenia Warrior Princess, The Pink Power Ranger, and...

She called me crying. A dear friend who lives far away wanted to invite me into her grief: her third miscarriage. The joy of her first...

I went for a dip in the Pacific Ocean a few days ago in order to say goodbye. I've lived less than 10 miles from it for my entire life...

When I was 18 years old, I ran away from home. Most people thought I was just going off to college, and I was, but I was also running....

"Annie, explore your truth, for it will set you free." These wise words were offered to me by my therapist when my memories of sexual...

I was sitting with him in his tomb nursing his wounds. He had just been beaten, crucified, and stabbed. He finally let go of his life and...

I was standing there powerless. I had been warned that the currents in this Salvadoran river were too strong, but as a former Division 1...

Rain was uncommon in El Salvador during the dry season when I decided to study abroad. So, when it started pouring in the middle of the...

I was staying in the Salvadoran countryside for a week in order to better understand life in the "campo" compared to the urban...

It all felt a bit claustrophobic. You know: the violence, the miles from home, the heat, the mosquitoes. Everyone was a stranger,...

DAY 1 It was a winter wonderland. I was sitting on a chair lift, skis bound to my feet, observing the green trees, the white snow, the...

I was driving to work just like I did every other day before this day. The roads were clear, the leaves were falling, the sky a bit...

We were sitting on steps, speaking Spanish, and shucking peas. Life in the Salvadoran countryside was slow, so sitting, talking, and...

I was working in the baths. My hands and feet sore from standing, soaking, and squeezing all day long. Women from all around the world...

I was sitting across a round, four seater table in an old colonial mansion on Christmas with a former farmer from Iowa. I listened...

I showed up to my first vocal class excited and nervous. My teacher walked in confidently and proclaimed in his beautiful baritone voice,...

He gave me a key and with it the freedom to enter whenever I wanted. Suddenly, silence was readily available to me. I used to go nearly...