Making of a Monster

Making of a Monster

I was not surprised one little bit when I saw the article that my former stepson was arrested for kidnapping. Not shocked, not surprised, actually I kind of expected it. I was in the same house with this boy for almost six years, and I witnessed the making of a...
Same Shit, Different Day

Same Shit, Different Day

Another police officer shot and killed in the line of duty is hard for most of us to take. Today, I heard the recap of the story in Tacoma which started with a domestic violence disturbance yesterday afternoon. When police arrived on the scene, one officer shot (and...
The Day the Abuse Ended

The Day the Abuse Ended

It was the last day of violence in my childhood. It was the day the abuse ended. It was May 21st. Only a handful of days left in school as a fifth grader before summer vacation. I was playing with my neighbor in the dirt on the side of the car port when mom pulled in...
He Doesn’t Mean to Hit Me

He Doesn’t Mean to Hit Me

He doesn’t mean to hit me. Why do you stay? I love him. He hits you, calls you names and treats you like garbage, but you love him. How is that? He loves me. I know he does. When he has a bad day, sometimes he just erupts and I’m the one who he takes it...
The Sins of the Mother

The Sins of the Mother

From about 6th grade through my senior year of high school, I lived what you might call a “normal” life. My mom was married to the same man this entire time, and we lived in the same house all the way through my graduation from high school to when I moved...