No one on the bus wanted to sit next to me. I cannot say that I blamed them, for I was a mess of torn skin, a torn soul, and torn fabric. I was running from a bad situation, one in which I was promised that I would suffer the same assault to my body... Continue Reading →
Don’t Let Me Die Like a Dog in the Street
Those were the words I spoke, as I prayed to God for my life. My then-husband was choking the life out of me, and I somehow knew that, in his anger, he was not aware that he was killing me. There were people around, but no one stepped up to help me, so I started... Continue Reading →
Helpers, Not Footstools
Read Genesis 2:21-23, Ephesians 5:21-33, Zechariah 2:8 Never tell a little girl that she is ugly, or that she will never find a man who will want her. For me, hearing those words from a beloved aunt meant that, as a woman, I had no value or worth in my own being, but only became... Continue Reading →
