The No More Shame Project Anthology Volume I


In January 2014 bestselling author Rachel Thompson and therapist Bobbi Parish started a Twitter Chat for survivors of sexual abuse called #SexAbuseChat. As survivors themselves, Rachel and Bobbi wanted to create a forum for all survivors to share their story, support one another and learn about the process of recovery. #SexAbuseChat was immediately successful! Survivors from around the world logged onto the chat to provide each other with compassion, understanding, and encouragement.

Success Coach and survivor Athena Moberg came alongside Bobbi and Rachel, bringing her compassionate heart to the role of back up co-host and peer advocate. The chat became a way for survivors to unite with one another, rather than living in the isolation of shame that our abuse created. The chat’s motto quickly became #NoMoreShame.

As time progressed the community of survivors participating in the chat became more powerful. Sharing our stories with one another decreased our shame. With that came healing. As each of us took a step forward we reached behind to another survivor to help them take a step forward as well.

Witnessing the power of sharing our stories over this year has been amazing. We want to expand that healing power to a wider audience. To do that Rachel, Athena and I are launching The #NoMoreShame Project, a collection of anthologies carrying survivors stories out into the greater world community.

On July 1, 2014 we began receiving poems and prose written by survivors of sexual assault. Using either format we want survivors to tell their stories. They can focus on any aspect of their story that they feel would be helpful to share with readers. We are purposefully placing few limitations on the subject matter for this first anthology. Our only requirement in that respect is that it be easily identified as part of their journey as a survivor of sexual abuse.

For some examples of the kinds of poems and essays we’re seeking we are providing you with a few links to review:

The Quiet Child by Rachel Thompson

Fly Away Girl by Bobbi Parish

Writing is Love by Loren Kleinman

In exchange for allowing us to publish their work, each selected author will receive five free paperback copies of the book as well as the opportunity to promote their website/blog, social media accounts and any books they have written.


Here are the details of what we’re seeking and how you can submit an entry:

Submission/Publication Schedule

Entry Period: July 1st through August 31st

Selection Announcements: September 1st

Editing Period: October 1st through October 31st

Publication Date: Monday, November 17th

Entry Guidelines:

The author must be a survivor of sexual assault to submit an entry

Entry should be poetry or non-fiction essay

Length of entry is not restricted, focus is on quality not quantity

Entry shall not have been published elsewhere

Author of entry shall relinquish rights to the piece, with the exception of 10% which they may retain to promote their work on their blog or social media accounts. The author shall specify which 10% they wish to retain on their entry form. If they do not specify a particular 10% then it shall default to the first 10% of their entered poem or essay.

Rights to the piece shall revert to the author two years after the date of publication of the anthology.

The entry shall not contain any graphic content.

An author can submit as many pieces as they like. Each requires a separate entry email

Authors may specify a pen name to be used in publication of the piece. However, full legal name must be specified on the entry form for legal reasons

Authors may specify a blog, personal website and social media accounts that they wish to accompany their published entry.

The editors we have the right to edit any entry. We will make all reasonable attempts to work with the author on these edits but the final decision rests with the editors, not the author.

All entries should be submitted to by midnight, August 31st to be considered for publication

Entry Process

Each entry should be submitted as a Microsoft Word compatible file attached to an email sent to

You may enter as many pieces as you wish. However, each entry should be submitted separately.

In the subject line of the email please type: The #NoMoreShame Project

In the body of your email please provide the following information:

Full Legal Name

Pen Name

Title of Piece

Blog URL

Website URL

Social Media Accounts URL’s (Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc.)

Titles and links to Books previously published

Ten Percent of piece that author wishes to retain copyright to (If the author does not select a specific 10% their rights will default to the first ten percent of the piece entered)

Finally, the author MUST place the following, word for word, in the body of their entry email. You can simply cut and paste the following:

By entering this written work I certify that the following statements are true:

I am a survivor of sexual assault

I am the author of this submitted entry

This entry has not been previously published

I understand that if my entry is selected that I am relinquishing copyright of the work to the Editors of the #NoMoreShame Project with the exception of the 10% specified above

I understand that if my entry is selected for publication the Editors of The #NoMoreShame Project will make reasonable attempts to work with me on any edits they suggest. I acknowledge that the Editors of The #NoMoreShame Project retain the final decision making rights regarding editing of my entry

5 Categories of Trauma Response


On August 17th Bobbi Parish, my wonderful partner in the Trauma Recovery Coaching business behind The #NoMoreShame Project, and I unveiled our Trauma Response Model to the public. 

Thank you so much for your questions, emails, texts, calls and comments!  We are so encouraged by your feedback and response.  

We have worked, separately, for the last several years to research and define the process a survivor goes through after suffering trauma. For the last several months we have coordinated our work to formulate this model demonstrating the typical human response to trauma.

This is not just a model for recovery, although it encompasses recovery. It is a model for how we respond to trauma.

After we experience our initial trauma, called the Anchor Trauma, there are five categories of response that we can work our way through: Denial, Chaos, Recovery, Reclamation and Advocacy. Not everyone moves through each stage. Some people will stay stuck in a stage, such as Denial, their entire life. Others will never progress past Recovery. It is very typical for survivors to re-cycle through the model, especially if they experience another traumatic event.


In the coming weeks we will explore each event/stage in detail. We have developed this model because we could not find a comprehensive trauma response model in the literature that we, as both survivors and professionals, felt accurately portrayed the survivor’s experience. We formulated this model to both guide our work and to educate and empower survivors through their recovery. Let us know your thoughts by commenting or as always, by reaching out on Twitter and Facebook.

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A Military Mom’s Story- PART TWO



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{A Military Mom’s Story}  -Part Two




Today is Boot Camp Graduation Day.  September 10, 2010



It has been 89 days since I smiled at my son as he looked over his shoulder at me with his backpack on, disappearing into the crowd at Kahului Airport. Did you know 89 days is equal to 7,689,600 seconds? It is. A mom knows these things.


Have you ever just thought about someone whom you’ve not seen in a while, trying to picture them in your mind? I’ve done this with many people over the years. I feel like I have a clear memory of them, but then somehow I cannot capture the color of their eyes or the particular way they smile. It is almost as though they are fuzzy.


I smiled at him every day of his life. Now, here I am struggling to remember the tiny details of his face or his laugh? 

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A Military Mom’s Story- PART ONE

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Today is the first day of Kindergarten.  September 2, 1997.

As I open my eyes on this brisk autumn morning, I lay there wondering how on earth five years have come and gone. With a lump in my throat, I prepare our gourmet breakfast for two. Frozen waffles and juice boxes are set up perfectly on our placemats as I tip-toe back across the one-room studio apartment over to our bunk beds. Finding his Elmo slippers along the way, I lift him out of the top bunk where he is a warm bundle of no-more-tears shampoo and Lion King pajamas. Wrapped in his favorite Power Ranger blanket, he is sound asleep in my arms.

As I hug him close, I glance at his little hands. Around his right wrist is a shiny little ID bracelet that I bought for him to wear in case he ever gets lost. On one side: his name, my name, our home number and my work number. On the other side, imprinted deeply are the words Healthy, Strong and Wise. 

We sit at our dining table reciting the pledge of allegiance. He tells me his favorite color is red (pronounced wed). He asks me questions about show-and-tell, story-time and the playground. He is shocked to hear there will be separate boy’s & girl’s bathrooms. Love and excitement fill our tiny home as we finish breakfast and throw away our paper plates.

With his brand-new outfit draped across the couch, he giggles his way into our bathroom. He grabs his step-stool, looking up at my reflection in the mirror and says, “I’m doing my brush-floss-mouthwash-vitamin, mama!” I smile back and tell him how proud I am of him. “Thank you God, for my son…”

I really need my superpower right about now.

Around the corner at school I take exactly 36 photographs, as this is the maximum number available to me on the roll of film I just purchased for $8.95. This is the first of many moments I get teary-eyed over as I grasp the reality of releasing him into this world of Kindergarteners. I engage in meaningless small-talk with other moms as we all watch our children play together on the playground. Their laughter is like music. Their smiles are precious. Then, the bell rings and my heart sinks.

There he is. My only child. Walking away with his backpack on, he is almost 5 years old and looks so grown up all of a sudden. He carries a lunchbox with a picture of his favorite superhero.

As he walks away, he looks at me over his shoulder with a smile that lights up my whole heart.

He waves goodbye to me.

I watch him walk away with tears in my eyes and I thank God for my boy. I pray silently for him as he disappears into the crowd of 5-year olds.

Without my superpower, the next twelve years seem to be a blink.


I am pleased to report there is in fact life after the first day of Kindergarten.

What will you remember most about the time you share with your kids?

What will they remember most?

What do I remember most as I glance back over that twelve year span?

If we’re all being honest, yes there was plenty of paranoia, prayer, hugs and tears to go along with the unforgettable memories of birthdays, holidays, morning devotions, school plays, and spelling tests. We enjoyed water balloon fights, go carts, camping, and pizza parties. While I went to PTA, he went to youth group. I laugh when I think of football, little league, laser tag, and Disneyland. I cry when I think of his prom, his homecoming, and his high school graduation.

Even my “would-be superpowers” couldn’t prepare me for what was coming next.


Today is the first day of Boot Camp.  June 13, 2010.

There he is. My only child. Walking away with his backpack on, he is 17 years old and looks so grown up all of a sudden. He carries a lunch I packed him to eat on the flight.

As he walks away, he looks at me over his shoulder with a smile that lights up my whole heart.

He waves goodbye to me.

I watch him walk away with tears in my eyes and I thank God for my boy who is now becoming a man.

With the words from his little ID bracelet coming to mind more vividly than ever before, I pray these familiar words silently over him as he disappears into the crowd:

“There the child grew up healthy and strong. He was filled with wisdom, and God’s favor was on him.” -Luke 2:40 (NIV)

Lord, thank you for hearing my prayers all these years. I pray Your favor will be on our servicemen and servicewomen. Please help us as parents, to treasure each moment we have with our children so they always know how loved they are. Thank You God, for sustaining me through this season.


I would love to hear from you.  Can you relate with my story?  Maybe you cannot…perhaps you, like so many other moms, you’re just struggling to come up for air in the midst of soccer, ballet, scouts, homework and youth group.  Maybe you have lost your child to a tragic death or a broken relationship.  Are your children grown?  Please leave a comment and let me know how this touched your heart.