*this site is dedicated
in memory of Sonya L, who simply couldn't stay, & left six years ago today, & Jeff M, who couldn't stay either; and
in honor of Emily, Debber, Des, Linder, myself, & ALL the others...*
I am not a public person, and sharing my life's
'dirt' with others has been difficult. But as I see things, it couldn't be avoided. I'd love to see the day that there simply
was no more like me. But the average human life span will render me long gone before that day ever comes, I'm afraid.
can't help but think it could all have been so different for me...for the others, if only we hadn't been the victims of such
ravished tiny bodies and souls. No, for some, life starts out on the wrong foot. By some quirkish fate of nature, our tiny
souls were delivered via the stork to families so dysfunctional, as to be perverted by most common standards. Yet brave little
things we are, we've tried our best to scratch some semblance of a life out of what was given us, and attempted being loving
in spite of it all.
Good thing hearts are roomy places, when it comes to children. As children, it's hard not to love
your mom and dad, no matter what. For most of those abused, it's still possible to find small amounts of love tucked miraculously
away, hiding in some darkened corner of a young heart - just waiting for a kind word or act to coax it into daylight.
Martin Luther King Jr said the 'truth shall set
you free', but I'm not certain about that. You see, truth is - I was sexually abused as a child. Where's the 'freedom' in
Most people would say survival is one's most primal instinct, but I'm not certain about that either. Love is
our most primal instinct. We spend lifetimes searching for it, yearning for it. We die for it.
No, Dr King. Truth
doesn't provide freedom for all. It merely sets us on the path. It is love that sets our souls to flight, and love that sets