Based in New York City, Sophia San Filippo has worked with Love What Matters as a lead editor and content curator since early 2019 and has acted as Managing Editor since early 2021. She is a Summa Cum Laude graduate of Binghamton University who holds a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature, Creative Writing, and Women, Gender, & Sexuality Studies. She is passionate about personal storytelling and creating a positive space in media to better the lives of others. On a typical day you can find her rocking out at her local concert venue, admiring nature, or baking her latest kitchen experiment.
I’m An Unreliable Friend And Spouse At Times, But I’ll Never Regret Putting My Kids First
“I’m wishy-washy in all other aspects of my life. But even though I don’t love everything about motherhood all the time, I love everything about them. And there are no other people in this world I’d rather be with.”
‘My abuser is a free man. Free to prey on more innocents, free to destroy more lives. I’m not willing to be silent anymore.’: Abuse survivor candidly shares journey of pain and resilience
“They say when people drown, it’s silent. Nobody around them can see them, hear them, or help them. The person drowning is slipping further and further beneath the surface, slowly suffocating. That’s what it felt like. I was drowning every day, suffocating, desperate for a breath, watching to the world around me carry on, with no idea that I was dying. But no matter how hard, I always choose to keep going.”
‘Today, I counted down the minutes until bedtime. You tested me at every turn, whined and screamed. And me? I lost my cool.’: Mom learns to cherish difficult toddler years
“But no matter how many things go wrong in a day, how imperfect I am, how bad your behavior was, when I watch you peacefully sleeping, I want to breathe the entire day in, even the bad. I want to take in your littleness and keep it forever. Because you’ll always be that newborn who snuggled right into me, and stole my entire heart.”
My Lyft Driver Attempted To Kidnap Me
“I begged him to please pull over, but he kept driving. It was quite clear this man’s intentions were not good.”
‘I hide in the bathroom from my kids. I eat a block of cheese in one sitting. I fight with my spouse and order Trenta-sized coffees.’: Woman urges ‘don’t forget her highlight reel is entirely different from her REAL’
“I refuse to let myself believe that everyone else has ‘got it going on,’ and they are getting life so right while I haphazardly go through my days like a nervous and confused squirrel in traffic.”
‘Love will find a way.’: Photographer stunningly captures Ukrainian dancer’s tribute to homeland
“Upon hearing her beautiful accent I learned she was from Lviv, Ukraine and that she was also a professional dancer. At that moment, I knew exactly what type of portrait session this needed to be.”
‘She held his tiny body and said, ‘I can’t believe how little he is.’: Youngest granddaughter cherishes rare relationship between last-born child and grandma
“Skip is 1. My grandma is 93. The youngest of her grandchildren, I never thought I’d see her going on a walk with my youngest child. That he would walk up and ask her. That he would be born in a home she lived in. But here we are. These boys of mine getting to meet the incredible human who shaped me.”
Multiple Sclerosis Stole My Wife’s Ability To Walk, So I Built Her A Rickshaw
“One of our favorite things to do was go on long walks. I made up my mind I would do everything in my power to make her life as normal as possible. As long as my legs are still strong enough to walk, Jan and I will still have those long walks in the woods. Where there is will, there is always a way.”
Why Ukrainian Moms Have Unbelievable Strength
“I see the mothers. Walking down roads unknown to her, carrying her children, her belongings, and her worries – all at the very same time.”
‘This isn’t my bed. This isn’t his bed. It’s a hotel bed only 5 minutes away from our home.’: Woman explains sweet decision to staycation with husband minutes away
“Because my home is my work — my house and the pint-sized beating hearts that occupy it, and these fingerprint-stained walls that make it up can feel claustrophobic at times.”