HOLLYE DEXTER

Anyone who has only come to know me in the past few years wouldn’t know that I used to write a blog that was uplifting and hopeful. When th...

This Sunday, I was shopping for curtains in Home Goods, when a woman and her teenaged son breezed past me in crisp, bright red MAGA hat...

  It’s always a perfectly ordinary day when fate delivers its most crushing blows, and that’s the way it was that sunny, January morn...

This is how old I was, the first time I was assaulted.  To my children, I am sharing something with you that is painful and personal...

How many times had you crept into their rooms at night and pressed your face against them to hear the soft hiss of baby breathing, to fe...

The sound of motorcycles revving in the driveway meant that Uncle Dan was home, and with him came the entourage.  One by one they pulled...

These days, I wake in the morning weary with sadness. The world, politics, fear for my country has worn me down. But then, this morning a...