an aunt and her niece share their stories, their paths to healing, and their mission to help fellow survivors.
originally published in oprah daily
the day it happened
katie, age 51
I was 23 years old and one day from completing the first year of my master’s in social work in philadelphia. as I drove along the schuylkill expressway to meet a friend for dinner, the incessant beeping of my pager (did I mention it was 1998?) made me smile. it was my grandmother’s number on the tiny screen. did nana know how to page people? and how did she even know my number?…
