Dear family, The time has come for me to say goodbye to you all. The opportunity has been allowed for you to share any thoughts or feelings about me that you may have. Whatever you may have chosen to do with this opportunity, on your behalf I will now consider it done. I do not
Dear Parents, You have a special little girl in your care. She is not like most other children that you know. She already does not want to be like other children or other people, and as she gets older, this will only increase. This strong and wise soul has come to be your child to
This is the true story of an American Horror. I call it a Horror Story because it is an account of abuse and neglect that is common in America but no one talks about it. It is a very big problem that no one wants to address. I believe it is the result of a
How can someone overcome PTSD spiritually? I understand that while someone is going through an awakening their past will resurface, but how do I get past it? How long does it go on? Am I supposed to be learning something? How do I know if I’m making progress in my spiritual growth with this process?
This is the story of a girl, who cried a river and drowned the whole world. Although she wants her story to be told, to protect her family, she wishes to remain anonymous. Hope is My Middle Name I was the unexpected and unwanted child of two drug-addicted alcoholics. When I was four years old,
If Love incarnate were to stand in front of you and offer itself to you, would you receive the love being extended to you? Would you recognize Love if it stood before you? Love can only give if it is also received. A connection is required for LOVE to exist and expand. YOU are love.
Much of my journey has been a process of letting go. Letting go of people, letting go of beliefs, letting go of idealism and expectation. I thought it was difficult to let go of people because I love them and I don’t want to abandon them. What I have discovered in this process, however, is
33 years ago, give or take, I began keeping a diary which turned into multiple journals filled with my feelings. Except for one or two of them, they still sit waiting for me in a box in storage locker with what’s left of my personal belongings in Virginia. One year ago I began to record
I tried to call you twice 3 weeks ago. As all of my calls have in the past year and a half, it went to voicemail. I had the feeling you knew it was me, and you were glad I was calling. Maybe you feel too guilty to pick up the phone and talk to
Watch my impromptu interview with an 8 year old about being normal