SPREADINGTHELOVE

Christmas looks different this year. I’m not sure if it’s lack of snow, the global warning, or maybe... maybe it’s because this year, I’m actually happy to be here. Here. Where? Here. Like really, really here. You might be thinking, “Hun, you’ve been here for 21 years now.” Yes, literally speaking, you’re right. But I haven’t been here in a long, long time. Maybe I haven’t been here yet at all. That is, until now. And man, I tell ya what, it sure does feel good to be here. I

Last week, I walked into my therapist’s office with a smile on my face. “How are you? You’re smiling,” he said to me. My smile crumbled as the tears started to stream down my face. “Smiling to keep from crying,” he then said. I had just received some hateful comments on my articles about abusive relationships from angry men. “You’re the reason why feminism is cancer. Get over it.” “You were abused because you didn’t try to earn respect. You don’t deserve respect if you don’t