Boxing With My Fear

Realizing that other people can think and feel differently from us is a huge developmental step for two- and three-year olds. . . . Without flexible, active frontal lobes people become creatures of habit, and their relationships become superficial and routine. . . . The more intense the visceral, sensory input from the emotional brain,Continue reading “Boxing With My Fear”

The Stench of Guilt

The problem with sexual abuse and crimes that are perpetrated by family members is that most of their victims take the responsibility for the action of that member. This should not be! I had a dream last night that I was driving in a truck with my father (now deceased) and the other man whoContinue reading “The Stench of Guilt”

Who Was the Murdered Woman?

A cheap Saturday night took you down. You died stupidly and harshly . . . I failed you as a talisman – so I stand now as your witness. My Dark Places, An L.A. Crime Memoir, James Ellroy I cannot bring the dead woman back, but I am a witness to her last moments onContinue reading “Who Was the Murdered Woman?”

Am I A Murderer

When I was three and a half years old, I murdered a woman. I spent the next 50 years retracing and recovering bent memories that had long been buried by the great force of denial. I went back and fought to uncover the truth that had been buried on 40 acres, in a sink hole,Continue reading “Am I A Murderer”