As I sat there on my knees, tears rolling, snot dripping, and my cat resting in front of me with one paw outstretched on my leg, I knew this was what grace felt like. Funny, because Gerdie (my cat), is a holy terror most of the time. We’re still getting used to each other. Me […]Read More Grace meows…uh I mean abounds.
I give it to abuse…it’s a cruel demon; a highly sophisticated one. Fourteen years of physical and emotional abuse and I’m still finding new wounds. Since the age of six my life has been ruled by hate. I hated the way my dad treated my mom. I hated the way she stayed with him. I […]Read More Domestic violence, you lost.