Fireflies
Dear Daddy,
I've been thinking a lot about you lately. I know... it's been 15 years since we last talked. I have grown in this interim; I think you'd be so proud of me.
Read MoreA Letter to Her Abuser
I'm sure you must remember me. I could never forget you. I'm the one whom you raped and tortured for many years. Did I forget to mention your friends, who also abused me under your watch?
Read MoreLittle Girl
I always wanted to be “Daddy’s Girl.” The kind of little girl who makes her daddy smile “just because.”
Because she is the apple of his eye and he is her hero, she and daddy share a beautiful bond. Like glue, they have a connection that mends all of life’s ups and downs. Unless mother prevents that.
Hearts and Trains
Last night we hugged. It was more than just a casual hug. It was a “heart-hugging-heart” kind of hug. You know, the kind where the emotions run so deep that we cried.
I should clarify; only one of us cried.
Recovering My Hope Stone
Last December I was given a precious gift. If you asked me even days before, I wouldn’t have understood any of what I’m about to share. I would have had no reason to.
I lied. Mine was a 50-year kind of lie.