Tuesday, September 08, 2026

The Table

 I had such a magic moment this past Christmas. Mali asked to make a gingerbread house so he could eat it, and that’s what we did. As we worked, I looked down and realized I was sitting at the very same table I’ve sat with my own kiddos—and so, so many other kiddos—over the last 25 years.

I always loved that when my kids were younger, my home was the home. It stayed full of friends, friends of friends, foster kiddos, kids in crisis, and kids who had no idea what crisis was.

Looking through old pictures brought it all back. This table has held every season of our lives.

It’s been covered in bright plastic tablecloths for Easter egg dyeing with the little ones, and strewn with paint bottles, paper plates, and glitter for Christmas ornament making. It’s held huge holiday spreads where we had to squeeze in extra chairs and bench seats just to make sure everyone had a spot. It’s been the hub for game nights, puzzles spread out across the wood, Mr. Potato Head creations, late-night chatter, and quiet mornings over plates of food.

It is covered in dents and scratches, and stained from decades of art projects and shared meals. But every single mark tells a story. It is one of the things I can look to and remember, know better, and smile.

These photos are in no particular order, and some of my favorites aren’t digitized, but here is a little piece of what I mean about the table.


































AI and Magic

 We had a great discussion in our team meeting recently about AI—diving into all the ways it can boost our productivity at work, as well as the tricky challenges and ethical questions that come with it. But over the weekend, I stumbled across a completely unexpected consequence of AI that we definitely didn't cover in our meeting.

One of my absolute favorite things about being a grandparent is introducing my grandkids to the shows I loved as a kid, or the ones their parents grew up watching. Anyone who knows me knows I’m a huge fan of all things magic and mystery. So this weekend, I randomly remembered Criss Angel’s Mindfreak and decided to pull up the classic episode where he levitates between buildings. I vividly remember watching it years ago with my own kids, all of us sitting there in complete awe, trying to figure out how on earth he did it.

I pulled it up for my grandson, Malaki, excited to see his reaction.

He just looked bored.

I looked at him and said, “Mali, look! How is he floating like that?!”

Malaki looked back at me with that classic “oh, my poor, uninformed grandma” look on his face, shrugged, and said, “Nina, that’s just AI.”

Just like that! AI has literally erased the entire concept of magic from anything you see on a screen. If it looks impossible, it’s not magic or clever illusion anymore—it’s just a computer rendering. What a sad, but also wildly fascinating, consequence I had never even considered!

Wednesday, September 02, 2026

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Friday, August 28, 2026

Safety Planning for Parents Experiencing Child-to-Parent Violence

 

Safety Planning for Parents Experiencing Child-to-Parent Violence (CPV / APV)

Safety planning for a parent experiencing violence or severe aggression from their adolescent or adult child requires a fundamentally different approach than standard intimate partner domestic violence (DV) safety planning.

Traditional DV safety plans often rely on the premise that a victim can sever contact, apply for a protective order, or leave the shared home. When the person using violence is the parent’s own child, several unique clinical, legal, and emotional complexities shift the dynamic:

  • Severe Emotional Conflict & Guilt: Parents frequently carry profound feelings of guilt, shame, and responsibility for their child’s behavior. They may fear that taking safety measures will ruin their child’s future, lead to incarceration, or result in total estrangement.
  • Legal and Caretaker Obligations: If the child is a minor, the parent has legal obligations to provide housing, supervision, and care. If the child is an adult, they may still rely on the parent due to substance use disorders, neurodivergence, or severe mental health conditions, placing the parent in a dual role of caregiver and victim.
  • Reluctance to Involve Law Enforcement: Parents are often hesitant to call 911 due to fear of police escalation, harsh criminal justice outcomes for their child, or retaliation.
  • Financial and Housing Entanglement: Adult children using violence often rely on their parents for housing and financial support. Standard advice to "evict" or "cut off funds" can carry high risks of rapid escalation or property damage if done without a structured plan.

This modified Parent-Focused Safety Plan addresses these dynamics directly—prioritizing the parent’s safety and boundaries while accounting for the complex relationship between parent and child.

Parent Safety Plan & Clinical Guide

1. Identifying Warning Signs & Triggers

Early identification of escalating behavior allows you to take safety measures before physical violence occurs.

  • Known Triggers: Identify recurring high-risk triggers (e.g., set boundaries around money, drug/alcohol intoxication, requests to leave the home, late hours, denied demands).
  • Warning Signs: Note the early behavioral or physical cues that precede escalation:
    • Verbal cues: Pacing, shouting, demanding, name-calling, veiled threats.
    • Physical cues: Clenched fists, posturing, blocking doorways, throwing small objects, damaging property.
  • De-escalation Boundary: Establish your personal signal to exit the conversation: "When my child reaches [specific behavior], I will stop arguing and physically create space."

2. Spatial Safety & De-Escalation in the Home

If an argument begins to escalate, your physical positioning and environmental awareness are critical.

  • Avoid High-Risk Areas: Never enter or stay in rooms with hard surfaces, limited exits, or potential weapons (e.g., kitchens, bathrooms, basements, or small rooms with only one door).
  • Move Toward Exits: Try to move the interaction toward a space near an exterior door or a room where you can lock yourself inside safely.
  • Remove Potential Weapons: Secure all firearms, sharp items, heavy decorative objects, or tools that could be used during an outburst.
  • Keep Car Keys accessible: Keep car keys, a charged phone, and essential identification in a designated, accessible spot near an exit door.

3. Emergency Support & Signal Protocols

When a crisis occurs, having pre-established pathways to reach help without raising suspicion can save vital time.

  • Trusted Code Word: Establish a code word or phrase to send via text to a trusted neighbor, family member, or friend.
    • Meaning of Code Word: "Call 911 for me immediately and send them to my address," or "Come over now to help de-escalate."
  • Safe Staging Area: Identify a nearby safe location you can walk or drive to immediately if you must leave the house (e.g., a neighbor's house, a 24-hour business, a local police station, or a relative's home).
  • Children/Dependents Protocol: If other children live in the home, teach them a designated code word that signals them to go to their room, lock the door, or run to a neighbor's house.

4. Protecting Financial & Personal Boundaries

Child-to-parent violence often involves financial exploitation, extortion, or property destruction.

  • Secure Financial Assets: Keep checkbooks, credit/debit cards, cash, and sensitive documents (social security cards, titles, deeds) locked in a secure safe, a locked vehicle, or off-site.
  • Digital & Physical Security:
    • Change bank account passwords and set up account notification alerts for any transaction.
    • Consider installing indoor/outdoor security cameras or ring cameras to monitor exits and record incidents.
  • Boundary Scripting: Practice simple, neutral responses to extortion demands: "I will not discuss money or hand over keys while you are yelling. We can talk about this when everyone is calm."

5. Law Enforcement & Mental Health Crisis Protocol

Calling for emergency intervention can feel daunting. Having clear language prepared helps ensure an appropriate response.

  • Emergency Calls (Calling 911): If you need emergency responders, provide direct, factual information:
    • State whether a weapon is present or if physical assault/property destruction has occurred.
    • If your child is experiencing a psychiatric crisis, substance overdose, or severe mental health episode, request a Crisis Intervention Trained (CIT) officer or a Mobile Crisis Mental Health Team.
    • Sample Language: "My [adolescent/adult] child is experiencing a psychiatric crisis, becoming physically violent, and I am unsafe. I need CIT officers or a crisis intervention team."
  • Pre-Gather Information: Keep medical records, diagnoses, current medications, or existing court/treatment records easily accessible to hand to first responders.
  • Document All Incidents: Keep a log of dates, times, specific behaviors, property damage, and police reports. This documentation is essential if you later need to apply for a Civil Protection Order, seek an involuntary psychiatric hold, or initiate legal eviction/treatment procedures.

6. Support Services & Legal Resources

Resource Type

Focus / Contact Information

National Domestic Violence Hotline

1-800-799-SAFE (7233) or text "START" to 88788 for free, confidential safety planning and local referrals.

988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline

Call or text 988 if your child is expressing self-harm or experiencing an immediate mental health crisis.

SAMHSA National Helpline

1-800-662-4357 for treatment referral services if substance use is a driving factor.

Parent/Family Support Organizations

Local family support groups (e.g., NAMI Family-to-Family) offer specialized guidance for parents navigating violence linked to mental illness.

 Editable/Printable Safety Plan for Child to Parent Violence


Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Litter Boxes, Ignorant Rumors and Other Things That Make My Soul Hurt

 


A precious friend I love and respect recently asked this question and I wanted to share my response, 

Hello friend, this actually isn’t true, but don’t feel bad for asking because this particular rumor has been repeated so many times that a lot of people have believed it.

The “schools are putting litter boxes in bathrooms for kids who identify as furries/cats” story is an urban legend that’s been circulating around the country for several years. It’s been investigated and debunked repeatedly, including here in Tennessee. There is no credible evidence that Science Hill has three bathrooms with litter boxes for students.

What bothers me more than the ridiculousness of the story is why this rumor exists and continues to be repeated. It didn’t develop in a vacuum. It has largely been used as a way of mocking conversations about transgender students and bathroom access.

The argument essentially takes, “A transgender student identifies as a gender different from the sex they were assigned at birth and wants to use the corresponding bathroom,” and deliberately stretches it into, “Well, what’s next? If a child identifies as a cat, do we have to give them a litter box?”

Except transgender people aren’t claiming to be another species, and being a furry is a hobby/subculture—not a gender identity. Those things have nothing to do with one another.

That’s why I think it’s important that we don’t just laugh at this as a silly rumor. The absurdity is part of what makes it effective. If someone can convince us that schools are literally letting children use litter boxes, then suddenly reasonable accommodations for actual kids can be made to sound equally absurd.

And unfortunately, real kids end up being the punchline.

So no—Science Hill has not suddenly installed three kitty-litter bathrooms. 😂 Someone has passed along a very old and very thoroughly debunked internet rumor. I’m actually glad you asked instead of just assuming it was true and passing it along.

She responded.


So I did too!

Then maybe it’s a good opportunity to lovingly educate him though I’m terribly afraid that is becoming harder and harder. 

You know I work for a crisis hotline and it it absolutely heartbreaking the stories we are hearing of how this kind of ignorance is harming people. Data from The Trevor Project and the CDC show that 40% of transgender and nonbinary youth seriously considered suicide in the past year, 65% experience anxiety symptoms, and 51% report symptoms of depression. From what we see, I would say those numbers are low. 

I believe you that he probably wasn’t messing with you. And honestly, that’s the part that worries me more. I think he probably did believe it, because that’s how misinformation becomes so powerful. Most of the people spreading it aren’t sitting around thinking, “I’m going to lie to someone today.” They heard it from somebody they trusted, who heard it from somebody they trusted, and eventually “I heard this somewhere” becomes “this is happening.”

And I think there’s actually something here that Christians should understand particularly well.

Think about how easily misinformation has been used throughout history to persecute Christians and other religious groups. Someone takes something unfamiliar about a group, twists it into something frightening or outrageous, and repeats it until people stop asking whether it’s actually true. Once people believe that group is dangerous, immoral, ridiculous, or threatening their children, treating them badly becomes much easier to justify.

That’s one reason I think Christians especially should be careful about participating in that same pattern when the target is someone else.

The Bible has quite a lot to say about bearing false witness, spreading rumors, and making sure something is true before repeating it. And importantly, I don’t think someone has to know they’re lying to contribute to the harm. Sometimes misinformation is spread very sincerely.

That’s exactly what seems to have happened here. This man may genuinely believe schools are giving litter boxes to kids who identify as animals. But his sincerity doesn’t make the story true, and it doesn’t erase the fact that this particular rumor has been used to ridicule transgender people and make their very real lives and concerns sound absurd.

That’s why I’m genuinely glad your first reaction was, “Wait, is this actually true?” You questioned it instead of immediately accepting it and passing it along as fact.

I wish more of us—Christian, non-Christian, liberal, conservative, everybody—would do exactly that when we’re told something outrageous about another group of human beings: before I repeat this, have I made sure it’s true? And if it isn’t, who might be hurt by me helping spread it?

We would all be a whole lot better off if we did.

There were some people making jokes about identifying as this or that so I addressed that too! 

I also want to gently address some of the jokes being made in the comments—things like “Well, I identify as skinny,” “I identify as a raccoon,” or “I identify as whatever.”

I understand that to many people these are just jokes. I don’t think everyone making them intends to hurt anyone. But intent and impact aren’t always the same thing, and this is one of those times when I think we need to understand what we’re actually making fun of.

When someone says, “I identify as a raccoon,” the joke only works if the punchline is that identifying as transgender is equally ridiculous.

That’s also exactly why the litter-box rumor works.

It takes something real—transgender people asking to be recognized and treated with dignity—and exaggerates it into “people can just identify as anything now.” A cat. A raccoon. A skinny person. An attack helicopter. And eventually, children supposedly using litter boxes at school.

But transgender kids are actual kids, not an internet argument.

And they’re growing up hearing adults talk about people like them as though their existence is absurd.

This matters because transgender youth already experience extraordinarily high rates of bullying, harassment, depression, and suicidal behavior. Research consistently finds that young people who experience bullying, discrimination, and rejection because of who they are have substantially higher rates of suicide attempts, while young people who experience acceptance and supportive environments fare better.

So when we say, “It’s just a joke,” I think we need to ask: Who is the joke about?

Imagine being 13 years old, already terrified that something about you will make your family, church, classmates, or community reject you, and then listening to the adults around you laugh about people “identifying as cats.”

You hear the message even if nobody says your name.

People like you are ridiculous.

And when hundreds of jokes, comments, memes, rumors, bullying, rejection, and political arguments all communicate that same message, we shouldn’t be surprised when vulnerable young people begin believing the world doesn’t have a place for them.

That doesn’t mean everyone has to understand everything about gender identity. It doesn’t mean you’re forbidden from having questions, religious beliefs, or even disagreements.

It means another human being’s dignity shouldn’t be the punchline.

And especially for those of us who are Christians, I can’t reconcile laughing at a vulnerable group of people with the person Jesus consistently showed himself to be. He moved toward people society rejected and mocked. He was extraordinarily concerned with how we treated people who had less power than we did.

You don’t have to understand someone to be kind to them.

You don’t have to share someone’s experience to refuse to humiliate them.

And you don’t have to agree on every issue to recognize that a child hearing adults laugh about people like them deserves better from us.

Words aren’t harmless simply because we put “LOL” after them.

Sometimes kindness really is as simple as deciding that another human being’s existence isn’t something we’re going to make into a joke.

If you or someone you know are struggling, here are some resources!

Crisis and Peer Support

Thursday, December 18, 2025

The Church’s Silence on Violence

I was 15, with a long history of abuse. He was 25 and did not carry that history. I fell in love with safety—being warm, being housed, not worrying about basic needs. I also bonded deeply with a toddler who had two very unstable parents. At 15, I was being dropped off at high school by my much older boyfriend or his mother. Sometimes I brought the toddler with me to school, and later to college. No one questioned it. No one stepped in.

We quickly became involved in church and ministry, and everything was framed as a matter of faith and prayer. I carried deep guilt, which made me easy to influence through scripture.

Across my adult life, only two pastors—on two occasions I deliberately sought out—ever spoke directly about child abuse, sexual harm, or domestic violence. That silence increased my isolation. He was charismatic, humorous, and very talented, especially musically. I rarely attended services alone; when I did, people asked why he wasn’t there. I learned to stay quiet. He did what he wanted, and I didn’t yet have the language or safety to speak up.

Later, in college, I met people who helped change that. Through my hero, Kim Bushore-Maki, I learned about abuse, boundaries, and women’s rights. I also met Jamie Winston Tudico and her husband, Paul. I may never have told them this, but Paul taught me how to ask questions—to pause and examine teachings instead of accepting them automatically. He helped me recognize flawed arguments and understand how to step out of them.

By around 2007, I was no longer easily controlled. I began to question behavior I had previously been taught to tolerate. What happened to me, and what happened while he was away for long periods, was no longer acceptable. The emotional and spiritual manipulation stopped working. I wasn’t willing to sacrifice myself anymore. I had questions—about direction, about purpose, about why my survival always seemed to require my silence.

At different times, between my biological children and foster children, I was caring for as many as fourteen kids. From the outside, I was admired and even publicly recognized as a mother. Inside, I was overwhelmed and deeply unwell. I now understand I should never have been expected to carry that much responsibility while I was still living in survival mode myself. I tolerated harmful behavior in others the same way I had been taught to tolerate it in my marriage. I told myself it was love. I told myself it was faith. I was wrong.

What I see now is that accountability—not silence—is aligned with justice. Institutions and systems failed to protect me and the children in my care. Decisions were made that prioritized appearances over safety. I don’t place blame on individuals who were inexperienced or following direction, but I do recognize how deeply those failures mattered.

Most people did not know what was happening to me, and I take responsibility for not telling. I also hold deep gratitude for the friends who, when they learned the truth later, responded with care and horror rather than disbelief.

But some people did know. Leadership within my faith community allowed harmful behavior to continue publicly, even while serious concerns existed privately. When I sought help at Northridge Community Church, the focus was redirected onto my mental health rather than the behavior causing harm. The only time clear boundaries were enforced was in a different church community, Heritage Baptist, where leadership acted decisively once they understood the situation. That moment mattered. It showed me that accountability was always possible.

Thursday, September 25, 2025

I Cried

Today my panic was so bad I wanted to die. 

But I didn’t.

I cried. 

I went to goodwill to find discarded and broken things to bring home and 

restore.

I cried.

I when to Home Depot and collected all the broken pieces of plants to come home and fix.

I cried.

I created a temporary pond for the literal thousands of tadpoles currently living in the pool. 

I cried.

 I pulled over on the side of the road and fed crows peanuts.

I cried.

I talked to my daughter, spent time with my son, and yelled at my partner for his neurotic behavior. 

I cried.

I asked for help when I needed it.

I cried.

I washed dishes and cleaned the microwave.

I cried. 

I cried, literally all damn day and I made it, feel your feelings!

I Hate it Here

 It’s been two years tonight since the worst moment of my life. 


While my life has been full of trauma and chaos, not a single moment prepared me for the moment I got the call my son had been shot or the hours I spent thinking he was dead due to news reports and a hospital’s failures. Not a moment prepared me for the panic that sits in my everyday. 


People tell me to be grateful he made it, and I am. But now I know. Now I know on the most ordinary of days, in the safest of places, my babies can be taken from me. I am also always scared. My phone never rings without my heart skipping a beat. I never see an ambulance or fire truck or flashing lights and stay calm. I have yet to sleep through the night. I carry a rage over my pedophile ex husband and his wife’s actions, or lack thereof, that scares me. I often choose drunk over panic. I’m heavy and have lost many who could not carry the weight. I have walked away from those who could in guilt of my presence. I don’t know where to go from here. 


I’ve always been able to take broken things or moments and make something beautiful. But this, all of it, it’s something that should not exist. It is poison. Its very presence causes harm. And I can’t make it go away. I’ve tried. I’ve tried to exhaustion. I hate it here.

Monday, September 08, 2025

The Glitter That Would Not Leave

 The Glitter That Wouldn’t Leave


No one warns you that blood can glisten like glitter.

That it hides in the cracks, clings to your skin,

and shows up when you least expect it—

on your hands, on the steering wheel,

when all you wanted was to drive away from it all.


No one tells you the smell of it—metal and memory.

No one tells you how gunshots echo long after the sound is gone.

How they make your ears bleed in ways doctors can’t see.

How the burn of a bullet isn’t just for the skin—it brands your soul.


I scrubbed a car that wasn’t just a car.

I touched doors that still held the shape of their fear,

fingers and palms etched into the paint like a silent scream.

I was left to clean it,

to breathe it in,

to carry what they left behind.


And it stayed.

In my hands.

In my nose.

In my sleep.


No one tells you this part—

because if they did, they’d have to sit with the horror of it, too.

And so I carried it alone.


But I am saying it now:

I saw it. I touched it. I bled in ways no one saw.

And I release it.


Not because it doesn’t matter—

but because I matter more than the stain.


The Table

 I had such a magic moment this past Christmas. Mali asked to make a gingerbread house so he could eat it, and that’s what we did. As we wor...