Survivor stories

In 1983 I was taken from my front yard by a stranger. He asked me if I liked candy, and at the...

My story began fifty-one years ago and continues to this very day.  Like every other child who has...

As this new year begins, I’d like to give some positivity, as well as some hope and encouragement...

We all hear voices in our heads. Ok, I know what you’re thinking, but just hear me out. We hear...

We live in Michigan now. We moved here in June. Right after school let out for the summer. We sold...

We are sitting around the supper table. In Northern Minnesota, the evening meal is called supper....

My father thought that it was necessary for children to fear their parents in order to behave. He...