Survivor/Storyteller
I confess that find the truth about sexual offenders callously cold, hard, and unspeakably complex.
Once you can point to a wrongdoer, you become justified in doing anything you like, however dishonest, however cruel, however evil!”
– Thomas Merton
Women, who were voiceless “property,” fought for the right to have property and a voice.
Sexual violence invades the space that you inhabit – literally leaving you feel like ruined refuse.
His approach was stealth, quiet, brooding, and dark. He came over my soul and spirit and in one bite severed my hands. Not my heart, no – my hands. I could no longer grasp the driftwood or the bread of hope.
Little girl, by degrees your littleness will leave. By degrees so will you.
I too hunger for justice, truth and hope.
If you need me, you will find me in a secret and sacred place.
With an upturned chin to Him who is Justice, Truth, and Hope.
The coffee is hot.
The candles are lit.
The flame is small but bright enough to illuminate the way.
My way.
“It is time, my love,” said I, as the lamp illuminated the room.
Love awakens.
NDA’s pay for silence.
“Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented. Sometimes we must interfere.” –
Elie Wiesel
Indeed we must.
I am coming to The Courage Conference in October 2018 to share with you how to use “Motion as Lotion,” how to remove the residue of ruin, and how to thaw the frozen bits. I come to you with years of not only professional, but personal experience, cradled in still aching arms.
