Hush Little Baby

Don’t you cry. I never heard those words as a child and I’m pretty sure I didn’t give those words very often to my children. I gave the comfort I could, but was it enough? I’m sure it was not. Comfort in trauma is an elusive thing. We can learn calming techniques and that helps.Continue reading “Hush Little Baby”

Diabolical & Destructive

12 The man said, “The woman you put here with me—she gave me some fruit from the tree, and I ate it.” genesis 3:12 My mother was both an accomplice and a dictator. Often, abusive mother’s go unnoticed in the world of sexual crimes. That should not be so. Sometimes they are silent witnesses, sometimes theyContinue reading “Diabolical & Destructive”

A Well Crafted Escape

One didn’t exist for me. The longer the abuse lasted in my life, the more I would try to detail what an escape from my parents would look like. A bullet in my mother’s head? That would stop her. I fantasized about tying my dad up, bringing him into his bathroom and placing him onContinue reading “A Well Crafted Escape”

Hope Deferred Makes My Heart Sick

I have been waiting for God’s intervention in a demonstrative way for so many years I cannot recall the exact number. Maybe since I was born. I feel physically ill sometimes waiting and longing in hope for the vile ways of evil people to be exposed, for them to reap even a little bit; somethingContinue reading “Hope Deferred Makes My Heart Sick”