Every dream is a child’s dream. Even when we dream as an adult; it is connected to a dream we had as a child. Maybe we can’t remember where

Then one glorious day, I sat back on the therapy couch and said, “This was never my fault.” In all of my “what if” moments, the idea of my i

We often stop ourselves and the children in our lives from doing everything necessary for the body to heal from trauma. We stop our tears, w

I used all my skill as an instructional designer when writing BRAVE. I have read books that throw graphic abuse details at you on the first

We can’t fully help others without addressing the deep impact of mental health in our homes, churches, schools, and communities. Simply addr

My blanket of brokenness had lots of layers. It had the parts I rejected and the parts I created to please the world. It also had a thousand

I realize more and more how trauma informed my teaching methods and choices. No one expected anyone else to be perfect. Stories were receive

I don’t want to dwell there either, but I find the populace in general to be very much lacking in an understanding of the effects of not hav

And finally, the 6th most common reaction: Thank you. You are welcome. Those who are saying thank you are the reason I was willing to be “cr

I found the book to be engaging, thoughtful, and was profoundly excited to find a book that placed the answers to prayers not in a superhuma

Listen to the children. Talk to the children. Follow the clues they leave to their faulty connections. Help them be free to live the lives t

I am well aware that my book and the truth I tell will be a powerful statement about the effects of childhood trauma. The vulnerability requ

I did not come to this place of sharing easily or quickly. It was necessary to heal before sharing. It is important to share selectively and

It wasn’t just that the Wise Men came and worshipped. They did something much more important than that. They listened to what God communicat

One day, I will unpack the tub and it will be full of these kinds of memories, but this is where I am now--but I won't always be here. I

The whole scenario reminds me of my favorite Aesop’s fable—paraphrased. The sun and the wind had a conversation about a man sitting on a ben

Today, I am thankful for so much. My husband who took care of me (no small task), my therapist who believed in me when I couldn’t believe in

Not only was I telling my story to the world, but I was also was putting it in printed form. My fear of being corrected was well founded sin

This is really what saying #MeToo means. We are saying that there is nothing wrong with us. The longer we are silent, the greater the power

What if the trauma outweighs the goodness of God? It is easy to think that is a spiritual problem, but does a child (or adult) who prays for