It was the Christmas of my third grade. Dad was new to the parish and as a new minister, he was not earning very much. Nevertheless he bought what he could for us children.
One of the families of the church came to visit. They farmed in three states.
After supper, we children went downstairs to play. The older boy started Continue reading Post 1: Broken Toys
Tag: recovery
Post 9: History
It occurs to me that I should explain the origin of this blog. On the fortieth anniversary of my being raped, I went to the domestic Violence Crises Center and, on a weekly basis, relived in my mind (without the aid of my diary) the events that happened. Continue reading Post 9: History
Post 34: Companionship
I read the blog of a stranger. She spent all summer a few years ago wither son and step daughter as she was having difficulty with her pregnancy. This is good. But she spent so much time away from her husband. Continue reading Post 34: Companionship