Temporary Relief

Temporary Relief

I entered the court house my daughter now a grown woman, at my side. The bursting file I held in my hand, evidence. What was supposed to empower me hindered by my thoughts of doubt. Were his words harsh enough? Would the judge read between the lines and hear the...
Giving Way to My Voice

Giving Way to My Voice

‘Daddy, why are you so angry? Why do you have to hit me with a belt? If I promise I won’t do it again, do you have to hit me with the belt?’ ‘Why does mommy lock herself in the bathroom and cry?’ ‘Mommy, what’s wrong?...
It’s (not) Just Verbal

It’s (not) Just Verbal

“Sticks and stones may break my bones but names will never hurt me.” This little limerick rings clear in my head. Kids all across America have grown up chanting this on the playground, in their neighborhoods, or sneering at their own siblings....
Smell of Rain

Smell of Rain

On the walk to the bus stop I noted it must have rained in the night. The gravel beneath where my husband’s truck had sat light grey whereas the gravel around it was dark. “Mama, I can smell the rain. Isn’t it strange, how we can smell the...
My Dilemma

My Dilemma

The battle rages between my mind, my heart and my fingers as I sit here ready to type. Three blog posts started, words flowing, fingers flying across the keys. One click is all it would take. In that moment, finger hovering over the button, the arrow floating above...

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