Abuse – GF Recipes and Writings

Hide and Seek

Games learned as children are games no more. Hiding that had been learned at childhood’s door. Hide we still are, Near here and there far. Will we ever be found, will the game never end? What awaits us around the next bend? Waiting Hiding Seeking no more.

Who’s Watching the Watchers?

Since May is Mental Health Month and I have been ruminating about this for a while, I just thought I would share something that is near and dear to me. I think we have a problem in this country (the US) with mental health care. Not just for adults, but especially for children. I haveContinue reading “Who’s Watching the Watchers?”

Abused, Abuser, Abuses

Early this morning I was preparing a speech that I plan to give at a meeting of abused women. I have told our story countless times; to doctor’s, therapists, nurses, friends, to my children’s schools. I have pondered the idea of writing down every detail, so that when doctor’s leave or therapists move on, IContinue reading “Abused, Abuser, Abuses”

Six Word Story #23

Isolate her. She will never escape.

Six Word Story #22

“Where are you?” No one answered.

Six Word Story #19

He had knife. Gun trumps knife.

Something to Teach: Respect

Hello, friends! This post is going to be a little different. I have been thinking about this for a while now, and decided to jump right in! What am I talking about? This post, and subsequent “Something to Teach” posts will highlight things to teach to your children, grandchildren, neighborhood kiddos, or even things toContinue reading “Something to Teach: Respect”

Trauma

I had a lovely chat with a librarian today. We were discussing many things, but did get around to trauma. How many people have trauma; how no one’s trauma is worse than another’s trauma. It’s all just trauma. No matter what you have been through, I want to make you aware that you are notContinue reading “Trauma”

A Barren Tree

A barren tree, I stand alone. Frigid breezes rip at me. They have been here before, They show no signs of abating. Some day I might lose a limb. Some day when the wind howls and Blows its roaring breath at me. I will break and fall, Down, Down, Down.

Mourning the Dream

“Wherever you go I will go, wherever you lodge I will lodge, Your people will be my people, and your God, my God.” – Ruth 1:16 Today I took child #2 Black Friday shopping. We didn’t get up at the crack of dawn or anything, as in years past. There weren’t that many good dealsContinue reading “Mourning the Dream”