There will be days like this... sitting here and I keep thinking, what else can go wrong and then I say don't be so silly, pull it together, you have so much to be grateful for. Then I think of you and I know that if today were my last, I have loved and have had love returned... Hold my hand and like a flame in breeze soar.
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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No Greater Gift Neglect and abuse is the worst betrayal of a mother to her own child, for she has been given the beauty of life. Intuitive ...
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A friend just contacted me, he lost his wife to cancer. When I was younger I heard the older folk...
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