Cushioned with Belief

Fear of speaking about the atrocities perpetrated against me was a very real thing. Telling about the murder I witnessed was terrifying for years. Recalling the betrayal of my parents was almost surreal, as it carried with it an intense irrational reality. My faith in God it what has sustained me with strength, dignity andContinue reading “Cushioned with Belief”

1,895 Days After the Murder

The fake family appears and makes headlines. My father murders on June 8, 1968 and we adopt this little boy and appear in the local paper on August 26, 1973. The riddle of my family couldn’t have been scripted. No person could have unraveled the demonic turmoil they hide. In this newspaper article, my motherContinue reading “1,895 Days After the Murder”