3. New Year’s Eve 1989

It was cold enough to see your breath. The collar to my fuzzy peacoat was pulled up so I could keep warm and hide from the cold. We were outside and I was watching Mom make several trips to the house, loading the car with black trash bags full of clothing. Dad was there crying […]

2. It’s Dark in Here

I don’t remember packing or moving. The brown house snuck up on me. It was cooler outside so the switch must have happened in late fall. The brown house was much smaller and much darker on the outside and the inside. Starting a new school was scary. The school was dark, my teacher’s hair was […]

1. The Red Brick House

My earliest memories are bliss – cutting the grass with my father on a riding mower and Mom feeding me rice and gravy and salad with blue cheese dressing at the kitchen table. I loved the contrast between the cool salad and the spicy meats and gravies. We lived in southern Louisiana, the motherland of […]

My Disclaimer

The stories on this site are my memories. I do my best not to include anyone else’s version or point of view because I want to stay true to my own journey. More than anything, we remember how people and situations make us feel and that’s what this is about – dealing with feelings and […]

Journey to Forgiveness

This is my story and my testimony. I’ve had to fight a few tears and the fear of hurting my loved ones to get through it but writing it down has been very freeing. I’ve learned that my hardships have made me unique but more importantly, they have given me the strength to help other […]