A Classmate Molested Me in Third Grade and I Didn’t Know How to Speak Up
I grew up in a beautiful home. I knew I was loved beyond measure despite my overactive mouth and unbridled…
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I grew up in a beautiful home. I knew I was loved beyond measure despite my overactive mouth and unbridled…
Continue ReadingMy own childhood was not a happy one. My earliest memory was of blowing out a birthday candle (I was…
Continue ReadingThis is my Mom. Well, that’s her in the mid-1960s. But that’s her—that little girl, full of life. Before life…
Continue ReadingOn a cold afternoon last fall, I bundled my kids up in their coats and headed over to our local…
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