He Got My Body, But Never Carried My Soul
A truth only a woman can write: he had access to my body, but never carried my soul. This is my release. My power. My healing.
From Afghanistan to Vicksburg – I Still Stand
A deeply personal story from Elnoro Perrilla Shanta Winston — veteran, mother, survivor — about how she almost lost her life after returning from service, and why she chose to rebuild her future in Vicksburg, Mississippi.
To My Daughters, the Light in My Storm
Through every storm I’ve faced—war zones, heartbreak, and nights I didn’t think I’d survive—you were the light that pulled me through. This is my letter to you, my daughters, for being the reason I kept going.
To My Daughters, From the Heart of a Mother in the Middle of Becoming
“I’m still learning, still healing, still becoming—but every step I take is with you in mind. This is my love letter from the middle: from a mother doing her best to rise while raising queens.”
What Broke Me Open: After Watching Straw
Watching Straw shattered something I had buried deep—my exhaustion, my grief, and the silent scream of being a mother who carries everything alone. This is the moment I finally broke open... and began to heal.