Why do we so often question the person who was harmed instead of the person who caused the harm? A reflection on consent, silence, dissociation, and the questions we need to start asking.

On an afternoon walk in Newport Beach, a pair of ridiculous glasses, a fear of sharks, and the laughter of a child became an unexpected lesson about fear, self-consciousness, and learning to enjoy the moment you've been given.

This once purple chair carried me through some of the hardest decisions of my life and into sacred early mornings of prayer, grief, and truth. This is a small piece of that story.