I stood in the entryway to the dojo with the other women, waiting to enter the darkened room. I had trouble breathing. I fought with
This is the fourth of a four-part series When I think about my life, I can see a timeline of where I was and how
I experienced fear and a powerful bout of PTSD this past Saturday. It was my turn to grapple with my dear friend Joe. Stephanie invited
Two mornings a week I do what I never saw myself doing. I walk into a women’s self-defense class. Do I really have time for this?