“Now you’ll never marry my son!” my mother-in-law laughed, setting my wedding dress on fire. I wiped my tears, smiled coldly, and said, “Enjoy destroying that dress, because the wedding was never the real trap.” Her face went completely pale when I made one quick phone call…

of Healing

Years do not resolve trauma; they merely dilute its potency.

When the snow melted into our third spring as a married couple, the Rising Phoenix Grants crossed the hundred-recipient threshold. The foundation hired a ruthless, brilliant director who treated philanthropy like venture capitalism.

Margaret, a year and a half into intensive therapy,continue reading …