This blog was created for the silent cries that have gone unanswered. Children our most precious gift and undeniably our future. When does discipline become abuse? When does the dagger of words pierce the heart? How many children are left to care for themselves? When the boxcar scenario hits close to home.
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I look back at a lifetime and I don't even recognize the woman who was or the woman I became. Everyone is gone that the post would app...
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There is a horrible similarity in many of these stories below they were all trying to divorce, get away or somehow break the cycle of abuse....
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The Violin played was melodic music to the ears, but it was the hands of fate that played me throughout the years........... A potential cli...
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Guilt and Blame have no place, in the book of survival. We rarely stayed in one house very long. The house I was born in was lost to back t...
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Beautifully spoken
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