Today marks 8 years since my mother died. Over the last four months I’ve loved her, missed her, hated her, loved her some more, and just wished I could talk with her. I’m glad she no longer suffers and I’m glad that she didn’t have to see me go through the things I’ve gone through the last couple of years. She would have been livid if she knew all the stuff her ex-son-in-law put her daughter through. I don’t think it’s possible to never need your mom again. I’ve wanted to ask her so many questions. I’ve written her a letter that she’ll never be able to see.

There are so many things I would talk to her about right now. With my eldest getting married in a few days, I’d start with apologizing for how I behaved when she was planning my wedding without my help. That would be where I start. But, if we had time to sit down over a cup of tea I think I’d go back to where things really went wrong. I’d ask her why she disappeared when I needed her the most. I’d ask her to explain what was going through her mind when her husband decided I shouldn’t keep my baby. I’d ask her how she could have possibly allowed me to let someone kill her first grandchild. I’d ask her where she went, after telling me that she’d help me anyway she could. I’d ask her why she wasn’t strong enough to stick up for me. I’d ask her why she put up with my dad. I’d ask her a lot of things.

I’ve forgiven her for most, if not all of it, but I still wonder why. I know my father was a difficult person to live with and one that you just never argued with. I don’t know what went on behind in private. I do know that I learned that I was to be subservient to my husband from him. And at the same time I never once doubted that both of my parents loved me.

It’s interesting, when I look back on it. My mother tried to tell me to love myself, but she was late on that. My father? He still lives and I’ve mostly forgiven him for many things yet I still want to know why. Why did he make me choose death? I’d like to understand what possessed him to think that it would be better. I know my mother knew, there’s no way that she couldn’t. I know she knew because she had already given birth to three babies. She knew what I was going to have to deal with. She insisted I get help, help I never got until this year.  My father, though? Did he not realize that forcing me to go through that would end up with me hating myself for the next 30 years? Did he realize that for all but the last three months that I truly believed that I was a murderer? How could a father choose to put his child through that?

Then, there’s the other side… If I talk to him will that open new wounds? Did he understand the implications and just think that he needed to make it happen anyways? Was he trying to protect me in his own way? There’s forgiveness there for him. Still part of me wants to know why. Why did you let your baby girl out of your sight? Where were you? Why didn’t you protect me? So many questions. No answers.

Questions I don’t really want answers to, not yet. Someday? Maybe. Maybe I’ll sit and talk with him on it one day. I haven’t yet, but I might. What would you do?

Thanks for reading,





Freedom?  What is it?  How do you claim it? Do you want it?

The freedom I’m thinking of now is the freedom to be.  The freedom to be who you really want to be, the person you were meant to be… Freedom is a mindset that breaks through barriers.  This mindset is something that many don’t quite grasp.  What is it like to have the mindset of freedom?  It leads to power.  Power over your actions and power over your thoughts.  Power to change your mindset from negative to positive… It’s experiencing life daily, hourly, moment by moment.  It’s acknowledging your past and living into your future.  It’s allowing yourself to love yourself again.  Freedom is a way to find peace…

No matter your financial standing, no matter you marital status… no matter whether you are a loner or always around people… what you think and what you believe represents who you are.  The problem so many have, myself included, is that we forget that some of our beliefs are made unconsciously.  When we believe something to be true we don’t question it.  If for instance you believe the sky is blue then it is blue, if you believe you are beautiful then you are beautiful… these are fine beliefs… the problem is when you believe you are worthless, or ugly, or stupid, or incapable, or powerless, or … fill in the blank… these negative beliefs are not questioned and so we lose our freedom.  We lose our freedom to choose because we do not believe that we can.

What if we could redesign our thinking?  What if we could look at our beliefs and realize their true place… what if we can untangle the knots around our beliefs and see the true reasons for them… I’ve been untangling knots lately.  I had very strong beliefs that I was stupid, unworthy, helpless, guilty… and as I started to untangle the knots… as I started to get the input of others… as I began to really look at why I believed those things I found something amazing…

I found that my beliefs were built on those of a child in a bad place at a bad time.  My beliefs were set in stone for situations for which I had absolutely no control.   As I pulled on the strands of the knots around each of these, as I began to question why… I discovered that they were false.  I am not stupid, in fact I’m quite capable and a very quick learner… I am not unworthy, in fact I’m a child of God and I have worth just because I am me… I am not helpless, in fact I’ve managed to move mountains to get where I am today and I’ve done that with very little outside influence… I am not guilty, in fact I was forced and coerced, threatened, raped and beaten…

When I finished untying my knots in my soul, I discovered there was nothing wrapped up inside.  There was no reason for those beliefs.  I still have knots that I’m untying but I’m not as afraid to pull on the strings as I once was.  Now I am replacing my beliefs with faith. I now have the faith that I am capable, worthy, smart and innocent.  With this faith I can build a life that I love.  With this faith I can share who I really am and be who I really want to be.  Having this faith in a future to come is inspiring.  It is true freedom.

With this freedom I am now able to move forward and to help others.  I am able to appreciate my past for what it was, a learning experience.  I am now able to love others when they need loving.  Now I can be me.

Can you be you?  Do you need a little more faith?  Remember, it’s OK.  You are allowed to remember why you built your negative beliefs.  You can start asking why and you can grow alongside of me.  Together we can learn to be who we are meant to be and then others will realize that they also can be who they are meant to be.  Loving ourselves and others can be a wonderful thing.

thank you for reading,


No More Silence – Finding Freedom

Let me tell you about my daughter. She’s about 27 years old now I think.  Her birthday may be coming up soon, I forget.  Regardless her age, she’s beautiful, she’s smart, intelligent, and full of life.  She got married a few years back and she has a beautiful baby girl and a boy who is about to turn 3.  She’s happier than she could ever be in her life right now.  Her soul has touched thousands since her conception.  She has had friends in grade school, high school and college and she even went on to get a master’s degree. I don’t know what it was in, though.  It doesn’t matter because she’s happy.  She’s in a good relationship with a great guy.  She helps make me the great mom that I am today.  I guess she learned a thing or two from me because I can see that she’s also being great with her own kids now.

When she was younger she had a few hobbies going.  I think she  really enjoyed running, climbing and being outdoors. She does like to be outdoors though, probably because her mother always made her go outside to play.  I always send my kids outside to play.  She’s pretty well-rounded… I know I’m a decent mom and I know that I have let her make some mistakes but I wouldn’t let her hurt herself too badly because we all learn from our mistakes. She loves staying home with her kids too.  I loved that too. I totally wanted to be with my children more than anything in the world. You couldn’t pay me enough money to make me work so that I would miss my children growing up.

My daughter is a huge part of who I am.  I loved her the moment I met her.  Her soul has marked so many.  Many have no idea that she’s even left her mark.  Her mark is on me, for this I am tremendously grateful… it is on her siblings, her father, and her grandparents too.  Sometimes her mark is a bit hard to see but that doesn’t mean its not there.  Her mark has been stamped on dozens, maybe even hundreds of people.  Her soul has touched at least that many and more.  The very fact that I have the honor of being her mother, even through all of my failures, I thank God for daily.  The fact that she has impacted more lives than she will ever know, I wish she could understand.

I would love to show her how her very existence is a blessing.  All women, children, all people, should know how very much they mean to those around them  All should have the opportunity to realize their own power.  As I wait and wonder, I can see her potential.  I want only to bless her in a way that allows her voice to be heard.  I want to help her become known for the beauty and the gift that she truly is.  I want others to see her as I see her.  I’m not blinded by love, I know she has her faults… I know that I do as well.  But I may be blinded by love after all… because I know that she has good too and that that goodness, that greatness, deserves to blossom.  I wish you could meet her,  my angel.  But you can not,  for her life was but a wisp in the wind.  Her impact,  global. She, and her brother,  have continued to live on despite the world’s forces to prevent their growth.  Their lives were but a breath of air,  their souls eternal. I miss them daily,  hourly at times…yet,  in their memory I live. I can see their impact,  feel their presence.  I know that I only see but a tiny spark of who they are,  who they could have been…I know,  though,  another thing… my love for them has never waned and so I want to celebrate them for who they were,  who they are, and who they continue to grow to be. They grew inside of me and were taken from me physically,  yet their souls joined forces with mine and together our souls have moved mountains.   The future holds so much possibility it is hard to imagine. To be understood, and to understand, are gifts that many have no idea how to give.

My children give me life.  All of them, some continue to breathe and some don’t but all of their beings are an integral part of who I am.  I have been silent for too long.  Silence kills.  It has been killing me years.  It has been preventing me from taking a stand, from helping another.  I have been angry and hurt, guilty and withdrawn.  These emotions have not empowered me.  They have caused me to stop myself.  The emotions have ruled for too long.  My choice now, to speak.  To truly speak what needs speaking and to do what needs doing… this choice is by far one of the most terrifying and most freeing choices I have ever made.  Life.  I want to breathe life into those who surround me.  I want those who know me to truly embrace their goodness, their love, their lives… their power.  There is no room for silence any longer.  Silence is a disguise, a shadow.  Silence prevents people from taking a stand for what they believe in.  Silence hides secrets… and secrets kill.  Secrets took the lives of my first two children… the secrets of rape, of abuse, of family, of fear… When a mother’s children are dying she screams for all the world to hear.  She fights for their lives.  She begs for mercy from God, from others… She finds the strength to do things no one ever thought was possible.  But if there are secrets… and silence… then there is death.  Stop the silence.  Scream.


A letter to protestors…

Abortion has been in the news lately. The march in Washington just last week. The anniversary of Roe vs Wade. 44 years?  People protesting abortion. Those fighting for the right to have one and those fighting for the rights of the unborn.  There’s something glaringly missing though. I saw on Facebook a bunch of people saying things like “I’ll take your baby, I’ll give him or her a good home. I’ll love your child as if it was my own.” Admirable but still missing the point. Do people really believe that abortion is that mother’s first choice? And exactly what are you going to do while that mother waits to deliver her child to give to you? Will you provide the prenatal care she needs? Will you provide for the counseling, the training, the life skills she needs to make it in this world. Or, in your blindness, have you completely missed the tragedy that she experiences. Have you even stopped to consider that you never wanted her, the mother?  Sure, you’ll take her baby but what about her? Will you love her and show her God’s grace?
Have you bothered to find out how she came to decide to terminate her pregnancy, to kill off a piece of her being, to take away a part of her very soul? Do you honestly think she has taken this decision lightly? Seriously. What will you do to show that you can love her as much as the baby? Do you think turning her away once she gives you her precious infant will help her?
In all of the tragedy of losing the life of a baby people have forgotten the tragedies that lead up to it. If you really want to make a difference then maybe you should step in before abortion is even an option. Maybe you should mentor a young lady or young man. Maybe you could help the men to learn how to treat a woman right. Maybe you could teach the girls how they should be treated. These people, these potential mothers and fathers, they are your sons and daughters that need your love. They are not baby factories to deliver an unwanted infant into your arms. They are human beings just like you. By the time abortion is a question they are lost, they have no support, they have no one to be their cheer leader. They are alone and they are trying to do everything in their power to make a better life.
Think about it! What would it be like! What would it feel like? What would have to go so wrong in your life that you thought you could never be a mother or have a baby?  What if everything any one ever told you was that you were worthless, that you have no value? What do you think? Do you even think? Do you really know what it’s like? Have you been raped? Have you been beaten? Have you? Have you lived in the ghetto? Have you had to wonder when or if you’ll eat again?  Have you gone hungry so that your family could eat only to find yourself pregnant again? Do you have any idea why abortion continues? It’s because the options are not there.
You can blame all you want. You can think you are better than them. You can think you would never, could never, get an abortion. But until you have walked in their shoes and until you have had to choose between your own life and theirs, then just stop. Stop and think. If you really hate abortion and if you really think it is wrong then maybe you could direct your efforts to making it unnecessary rather than making the parents wrong.  Get out of your comfort zone, get off of your throne and walk with them, talk with them, love on them. Help them.  Be with them and take them under your wing as if they are your own children. All of them. If you hate abortion then do something productive about it. Protesting doesn’t work, be constructive rather than destructive. If you want to make a difference then change the lives of those who need your help and help them to create a life where they will never need to wonder how to live through an abortion. Do something before the tragedy starts.
And for those whom already suffered from abortion, for those still breathing, hold them and love them. Show them compassion and help them to find peace. Help them to want to live again. Do not call them murderers, do not throw them in the ditches. Do not curse them. Love them. Love every bit of them and help them heal.
Think. There would be no need for abortion clinics if there were people out there willing to do the hard thing, willing to stop pointing the blame somewhere else. Think. Are you willing to turn your perfect life upside down? Are you willing to be a parent to a young teen in need? Are you willing to teach your own children how to treat others well? Are you willing to stop poverty? Are you willing to give from all you have to even change one person’s life? If each and every protester took just one young adult and gave that one person the love and attention and life that they need, what amazing things could be accomplished!
Abortion is a tragedy but it isn’t the only one and it isn’t even the worst one. The true tragedy is that there is a need at all. The tragedy is that no one has stepped up to show that one beautiful girl that she is worth fighting for. The tragedy is that no one is willing to actually put their money where their mouth is. Life is valuable, all life. The life of the girl before she ever gets pregnant, the life of the boy before he ever has sex.  But I said all life is valuable and that includes the ones who walk away from the clinic without their child. That includes the ones in the clinics too.  It includes the lost baby as well.  Do not think you will ever win by making someone wrong. No. These mothers and fathers who lost their children, even these. Their lives are valuable as well. If you manage to show them that then maybe, just maybe, they will be courageous enough to speak and, maybe, then you will make a difference.
Do you think any will speak to you if you accuse? No. Let people know you by your love instead. So many more voices could be heard if you just listened. If you just heard their cries, if you could feel their despair, if you could really help, then thousands of women and men would flock to your cause.  Give them their voices back. Help them to stand again. Carry their weight with them and help them to mourn.
This world is such that if you lost a child after birth then everyone jumps up to help, but, if you lose one because of abortion you have no burial, you have no obituary, you have nothing left except a secret and that secret kills you. Show mercy.  Give them their voices back, let them weep and hold them while they cry. You do not know what evils they’ve had to face. You do not know what demons are on their shoulders. Get over yourself and get dirty and do the hard things and learn to love.