When I got a message from Taylor informing me she was ready to tell her story but needed help telling it, I was excited, then honored, then extremely intimidated, not only because I’d known and loved her brother since elementary…
What is grief? If we were to boil it down to one word, I think collectively we could agree that grief is loss. 2020 has made its mark on all of us, causing immense grief – with COVID, we lost…
What a challenge it must’ve been, becoming a dad to someone who didn’t remember having one. You embraced my feminine nature, teaching me softball as we played out in the beating sun. You built me a fort, which was really…
Racism… what a triggering word, right? At the start of this work, if someone asked whether I was racist, my immediate response would be to jolt my head back, push my brows down as if to say ‘are you crazy?’…
My name is Desiree Herrera and I am 57 years old. I was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, raised in Pewaukee, Wisconsin, and now live in La Jolla, California. Most importantly, though, I am Godmother to Devon. As I recall my…
The dark smoke engulfed my lungs and forced a film over my strong blue eyes which sat behind a pair of classic silver aviators. The thick green jacket felt tighter than usual around my muscular arms which pleased me, almost…
We all have a story. We carry them within us. Some of us carry them deep down inside, while some of us wear them on our sleeves. I am mostly a member of the “buried deep inside” camp. For years…
In a #MeToo era, where men and women are extended an olive branch to share their stories of sexual abuse, I still felt like mine wasn’t “bad enough,”… like I shouldn’t have let it rock me the way it did…
