Birth Trauma Survivor and Maternal Health Advocate

The Heart of Beauty: The Video

As a make-up artist, I believe that in order to truly make someone feel beautiful, you have to look beyond the surface. You have to try and see what is in a person’s heart and ask, Who is this person? Where has she been? Where does she want to go? Who does she want to…

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Untitled Timoria Project: Filming the Pilot Episode (Day 2)

We arrived at the MacPherson’s at nine o’clock on Sunday morning. It was freezing outside and there was a light dusting of snow on the ground. After our heavy discussion the day before and seeing what Christine’s day-to-day life was like, I was excited to surprise her with a much deserved makeover. Christine thought I…

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Untitled Timoria Project: Filming the Pilot Episode (Day 1)

We arrived at the MacPherson’s house on a cold Saturday morning in the middle of January. They live in one of those cute little neighborhoods where the lawns are perfectly manicured and all of the homes are Tudor style–my favorite.  This is the kind of house Bobby and I would love to buy if we…

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What is Autism? Christine Explains Mikey’s Diagnosis, and why the MacPhersons Choose to Dwell in a Place of Love.

Part one of a two-part essay by Christine MacPherson.    Autism is a neurodevelopmental disorder characterized by social impairments, cognitive impairments, communication difficulties, and repetitive behaviors.  Autism affects each person in different ways and can range from very mild to very severe and occur in all ethnic, socioeconomic and age groups. Males are four times more…

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The Faces Of Autism: Meet Mikey, Christine and Michael MacPherson

I am going to tell you a lot about the MacPherson family over the next few weeks. Today, I want to share with you some pictures of their beautiful family. They enjoy trips to the beach and the pumpkin patch. Mikey loves to swim. Christine, always a planner, loves holidays and birthdays and decorates for each…

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What is your definition of Trauma?

For me it was many things. The blood. Feeling Dr. B’s hand and arm inside my body, massaging my uterus over and over again. Fear of closing my eyes. Vomiting on myself. Being nude in front of all those strangers. The surgery. Not holding Miss J. Demerol. Tranfusions. Uncertainty about life and death. The death…

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