SURVIVOR STORIES
Serendipity
In 1983 I was at the South Suburban ice rink in Littleton, Colorado. This place became my second...
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...
I learned to be strong
My story began fifty-one years ago and continues to this very day. Like every other child who has...
It’s worth the wait
As this new year begins, I’d like to give some positivity, as well as some hope and encouragement...
Return to innocence
We all hear voices in our heads. Ok, I know what you’re thinking, but just hear me out. We hear...
Swirling
We live in Michigan now. We moved here in June. Right after school let out for the summer. We sold...
Stealing
We are sitting around the supper table. In Northern Minnesota, the evening meal is called supper....
Life with my abusive father
My father thought that it was necessary for children to fear their parents in order to behave. He...
Walk with Us
Spread awareness about child abuse and neglect, raise funds for research and prevention, and unite your voice with others- all while enjoying a relaxing a walk in a beautiful place.
Walk with Us
Spread awareness about child abuse and neglect, raise funds for research and prevention, and unite your voice with others- all while enjoying a relaxing a walk in a beautiful place.
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