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Katy Gentry McCord

Katy is an actor, studio vocalist, and writer. Theater credits include Actor's Theatre of Indiana, Beef & Boards Dinner Theater, Fireside Dinner Theater, Indianapolis Symphony Orchestra, Magic Thread Cabaret, and Carnegie Hall. Her studio work can be heard on many Broadway Jr. recordings, Hal Leonard Publishing, and Plank Road Publishing. Her writing has been featured on The Lilly/Anxiety Chronicles published by The Washington Post and Sweatpants & Coffee. She holds a Masters in Special Education and just recently transitioned out of the classroom to full time Momming/Home CEO and raising her two toddlers. Katy is a grateful recovering alcoholic, sexual trauma survivor, and proud adoptive mom. She and her husband live in Fishers.

Domestic Violence Is So Much More Than Physical

If you were asked if someone you know has experienced domestic violence, I am sure you could think of at least one person. The state of Indiana ranks as the third highest in the...

Take the Trip

I just returned from our first family vacation to Disneyworld. I am tired, broke, and happy. It was not perfect or easy, but it was worth it. I’m here to tell you to take...

Fight to Protect Abortion Access

I was a freshman in high school taking a speech and debate class. Teams of two would take a topic and debate a team of two arguing the opposite. My friend Robert and I...

Finding My Calm with Mindfulness

I don’t know what it is with her voice -the tone or the melodic phrasing- but listening to Tamara Levitt tell me to find a comfortable position and relax every part of my body...

I Found Jesus in the Rubble

My four-year-old thinks that God lives in her butt. This is a non-theological yet logical conclusion in her developing mind. God made her. God lives in her. So God must live in her butt....

Teachers Are Exhausted

Here is where I would compose the extremely creative introductory paragraph with a good hook. But due to the potential mass teacher exodus and the fate of our public education system, I’m just going...

Seven Bags of Blood Saved My Life

It was my first pregnancy.  I was thirty-six.  The thought of labor and delivery was honestly terrifying to me.   I had no idea that the terrifying day of my daughter’s birth would not be birthing...

Travel Solo: Forty-Eight Hours of Guilt

If I willingly set my alarm for anything before 6:00 am, you can be assured that the reason behind the early rising is a really good one. A whirlwind, solo mom trip, 40th birthday...

I Need to Go to Bed

I was finally on the last episode of the last season of Schitt’s Creek. I debated on if I should watch it or wait till the next night. It was 1:38 am after all...

Face-To-Face: Me and Myself, Forty Years Later

My mom gave one final push and there I was - 1:28 AM on Wednesday, September 9th. Forty years later I am imagining what it would be like to talk to my six-year-old self face-to-face...

You Just Have to Go Through It

We grieve a loss of some kind. In fact, we can physically feel it - the heavy anguish.  Everyone at some point will go through it.  ‘Heavy’ - that could stand alone in defining the...

Top Ten New Books for Summer: Tots to Teenagers Edition

Summer is here and everyone in your house is ready for a change of pace! Routines are different. Some are busy and other families may be wanting to take it easy as they step...

My Bisexuality is Valid

It is Pride Month and for the first time, I will be celebrating this month as a member of the LGTBQ+ community. This is my coming-out story.   It came as no shock to my husband....

Special Needs Moms: We’re Gonna Make It After All

I was about seven or eight at the time. When my mom would turn into our neighborhood I would beg her to pull over and let me drive the car to our house. I...
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