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Daughter, little lamb, soft as dawnlight— the world is a hungry thing, its hands are thieves, its tongue dripping honey, laced with thorns. Once, you were nothing but lullabies and milky breath, your body a temple of baby fat and unbruised trust. Now the wolves call you darling, the merchants weigh your worth in flesh.…
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Times of reflection are the best way to start a week. Ask yourself this question:“Where do you need justice in your life? Justice is an elusive thing. “The process or result of using laws to fairly judge cases, redress wrongs, and punish crimes.” Merriam-Webster Dictionary. Similar words are fairness, equitableness, integrity and virtue. Who in…
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Times of reflection are the best way to start a week. Ask yourself this question:“Where do you find solace? This is something that has elluded me for most of my life. In these last few years, I have sought solace in God and he has taught me so many things. I was drawn out of…
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Times of reflection are the best way to start a week. Ask yourself this question: “How do you see the goodness of God? I know many victims of childhood sexual crimes stumble in their faith — doubting that if there were a good God somewhere, he would have stopped their abuse. I know all about…
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We’ve been resurfacing the posts our readers have returned to again and again. The ones most shared, most saved, and most quietly passed along. Not because they chase attention, but because they tell the truth plainly and without permission. What follows is one of those pieces. It tells the truth about what happens when lies…
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For the next 12 days, we are returning to posts from the past that have been the most popular with YOU! Here’s our 8th post as a nod to our readers. The Stench of Guilt (first published September 2020). The problem with sexual abuse and crimes that are perpetrated by family members is that most…
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For the next 12 days, we are returning to posts from the past that have been the most popular with YOU! Here’s our 6th post as a nod to our readers. C-PTSD ~The Cost of Childhood Trauma I turned 56 this July (five years ago). My daughter bought me a book titled, The Complex PTDS…
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For the next 12 days, we are returning to posts from the past that have been the most popular with YOU! Here’s our 5th post as a nod to our readers. Am I a Murderer When I was three and a half years old, I murdered a woman. I spent the next 50 years retracing…
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When you grow up in chaos, self-doubt becomes your native tongue. You learn to question every instinct, every flicker of peace, because peace was never safe where you came from. Chaos taught you to read every room like a soldier scans for traps. It made you sharp, but it also made you mistrust your own…
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The world is loud. News cycles are filled with violence, outrage, and division. Social media amplifies the noise until it feels like it’s pressing in on every side. And for many of us, the chaos outside echoes an old, familiar sound—the chaos we grew up in. When your childhood was marked by instability, abuse, or…