Forgiving the father who beat me
Looking at my father I didn’t see the man who lay on my bedroom floor to protect me from the monsters in my dreams. I saw the monster. And I forgave him.
Looking at my father I didn’t see the man who lay on my bedroom floor to protect me from the monsters in my dreams. I saw the monster. And I forgave him.
I will not be measured and weighed and found wanting. I’m going to be OK as I am, even if I am obese. Find out why I choose to be fat.
New York City is dealing with a rash of murdered children. In the midst of finger-pointing, no one is talking about the one real solution to the problem.
We send subtle messages to our children that as long as someone loves you it is okay for them to hurt you. Children’s violence is taught.