Weekly Newsletter

Good morning, Trench Community!

These last few days, Chicago has had record heat. The kind of sticky hot that makes you want to jump in a pool or head to the beach but alas all of that closed Labor Day Weekend so it is miserable. I'm ready for hoodies, jeans and cute boots instead I'm still wearing shorts, t-shirts and my now well worn flip flops. 


Our September series - Mosaic - concludes this week. If you haven't had a chance to read Jenn's stories about her dear friends that passed away or her struggle with anxiety you can read here or click on the links down below.

For our final week in this series, an anonymous writer shares about overcoming a traumatic abusive alcoholic childhood and I conclude our series with a story about moving through grief with my closest friends. 


We are excited to announce that we have received more than enough submissions for our October series so at this time our submissions for Remembering You has been closed.

It is hard to believe we are going to be heading into the holiday season soon. We are currently looking for women to share their trench stories for our November & December series - Surviving the Holidays. Share your unique perspective on how you stand in your trench while getting through the holiday season. You can get started on the Submit a Story page of the website or send me an email if you would like to share but don't know how to write your story.

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Jen G.

Founder, Stories from the Trenches

Jen's Journal

I love filling my home with friends, kids, food and laughter. There is just something about the front door wide open, yummy smells wafting from the kitchen and the gathering of all my people in one place that will never get old. I thrive during these moments as my extrovert self relishes in their love and my home vibrates with the sounds of laughter. I'm going to be riding the high of my home being filled all weekend for a few days now. What brings you this kind of joy? 



We grew up in a nice town, and our neighborhood felt like something out of Mr. Roger's; it was very pleasant and family friendly.  I fondly remember the times I would ride bikes with my friends, play at the park, or go to our small private beach.  Sometimes we would just sit on the dock with our feet in the water, watching the waves roll in, soaking in the beauty and solitude of those moments.  The calm and peaceful atmosphere of the lake was comforting and the beach quickly became my safe haven.

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You don't know me. Some days, I don't even know myself. 

I'm a wife and a mother to my five-month-old son and four stepchildren. I deliver newspapers for a living. If you met me while I was with my family, working, or if you scrolled through my Facebook page, you would see what appears to be a stable, loving, hardworking and sarcastic 32-year-old woman. 

What you don't see is the mental battle I struggle with day to day. I suffer from anxiety, and my anxiety attacks can be debilitating.

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