Children believe you

When I was 10 my dad hit me with a belt until I had bruises because I was a ‘bad kid’. For 11 years I thought that was completely normal & I deserved it. But I know now that what he did was wrong. At the same time as my father was beating me, my mother was an...

Serendipity

In 1983 I was at the South Suburban ice rink in Littleton, Colorado. This place became my second home. My brother was playing hockey and I would often find myself joining the other siblings who were not interested in the game. I was 5 years old and everyone was a...

Survivor, Thriver, Transcender

In 1983 I was taken from my front yard by a stranger. He asked me if I liked candy, and at the sweet young age of 3, of course I liked candy. So I got into the car with him and off we went. He took me to a remote area of the mountains, found an abandoned outhouse and...

I learned to be strong

My story began fifty-one years ago and continues to this very day.  Like every other child who has been abused, my story begins in innocence.  It begins with trust.  Trust in those who were there to protect me.  Trust in those who were there love me.  Trust in my mom...

It’s worth the wait

As this new year begins, I’d like to give some positivity, as well as some hope and encouragement to all the families who are thinking of adopting or have started the process and may feel like they’re sitting in limbo. It’s worth it, and worth the wait. When I first...

Return to innocence

We all hear voices in our heads. Ok, I know what you’re thinking, but just hear me out. We hear the doubting voice, the overly critical voice, the voice that tells us to give into fear, the voice that says you are justified in your anger and victimhood. Then there...