Erin BensonWhat Weed Means to MeNear the end of 2014, I presided over a small kitchen island filled with an array of marijuana-laced products trying to decide which to…Mar 24, 20228Mar 24, 20228
Erin BensonThe Space Created By SilenceHow a therapy session with very little talking helped me healAug 24, 20212Aug 24, 20212
Erin BensonFinding My FaithHow caring for my dying child carved a path to wonder, God, and the afterlifeJun 4, 20212Jun 4, 20212
Erin BensonIf you have an IUD, you should read thisHormonal birth control, autoimmune disease, and the dismissal of women’s painMay 19, 20213May 19, 20213
Erin BensoninHuman PartsLosing My Son Helped Me Learn to SurrenderMoments when ‘everything’s going to be ok’ isn’t trueApr 15, 202129Apr 15, 202129
Erin BensonSeeing, Not Seeking, is the Key to HappinessIn July of 2013, my two-year-old son was diagnosed with a terminal brain tumor. Ten days later, I delivered twin daughters. Outside Sam’s…Mar 14, 20211Mar 14, 20211
Erin BensoninHuman PartsWhat My Son’s Final Words Taught Me About HappinessJoy comes when let go of the idea that we deserve itDec 9, 2020243Dec 9, 2020243
Erin BensoninAn Injustice!Confessions of a Feminist Hooters WaitressI recognized the injustice of Hooters, but I filled out the application, put on the uniform and worked hard to become a good Hooters GirlApr 13, 202020Apr 13, 202020
Erin BensonA different kind of hopeI am sitting in a brightly lit, modern conference room on the 11th floor of the Seattle Children’s Research Institute, surrounded by…Aug 24, 20181Aug 24, 20181