On Integrity

What is integrity? Is it not smoking, swearing and not hanging out with those that do? What’s the gauge by which we measure? It surely is not judgment. Seems to me that integrity these days is the person with the strongest conviction that they are right. By whose standards are they right? If you useContinue reading “On Integrity”

The Timbers That Fell

Do not believe that pedophiles get off scot-free. I believe they do not. My father and his friend got away with murder. On my father’s death bed I told him the “other guy” might be going to jail. My father said, “for the child molestation?” And I said, “No, dad, for the murder.” You seeContinue reading “The Timbers That Fell”

Echo of Hope

In Psalms 10, David is talking about an arrogant and wicked person. He says: His mouth is full of lies and threats;    trouble and evil are under his tongue.8 He lies in wait near the villages;    from ambush he murders the innocent.His eyes watch in secret for his victims;9     like a lion in cover he lies in wait.He lies in waitContinue reading “Echo of Hope”

A Puritanical Lead

The book the Scarlet Letter really says it all. The novel tells the story of Hester Prynne, a woman who conceives a daughter through an affair and then struggles to create a new life of repentance and dignity. Hypothetically, it shows the estranged woman redeeming herself through her silence. By paying for her sin throughContinue reading “A Puritanical Lead”

Chaos & Confusion

Struggling to believe our memories seems to be a strong theme among survivors. The chaotic repercussion of not believing your mind is a serious thing. That event alone locks us into confusion. We’re fine to blame ourselves for our sexual promiscuity, for all the abusive relationships we’ve allowed and for all the maltreatment we’ve accostedContinue reading “Chaos & Confusion”

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”

The Iceberg

Justice seems nowhere. These crimes are committed daily and, for the most part, go unnoticed and unpunished. When victims raise their voice, they are mostly hushed. What happens as a result of society quietly unrecognizing these atrocities is that the victim takes on this added burden and questions what wrong they did. If you findContinue reading “The Iceberg”

Captured by Commitment

I’ve lived a squirrely life at times. What else could I expect? And then came the time when I committed to better things. I heard God’s voice calling to me in the desert, so to speak. I was parched and thirsty and in need of much repair. The thing I liked about being squirrely wasContinue reading “Captured by Commitment”

Comparison is Ugly

As a child, my mother would take baths in front of me. I don’t remember her exact words but she was comparing my three year old body to hers. She was sexy and beautiful, I was not. I knew she wanted me to think of her as some kind of goddess. When I was grown,Continue reading “Comparison is Ugly”