March 7, 1997: Mile-Marker

Twenty four years ago today, my little 6-year-old world came crashing down on what should have just been a normal Friday of first grade and playing with my friends. Our neighbor across the street was also one of my best friends. His mom would pick me up and let me play at their house onContinue reading “March 7, 1997: Mile-Marker”

Abuse Lies.

Last week, I posted a piece of my story about my struggle with feeling worthy after my biological and adoptive fathers both abandoned me. Today, I want to share more of that story. The pain and my struggle with feeling a father’s love didn’t end at my mom’s divorce in 1997. In fact, it gotContinue reading “Abuse Lies.”