#hertoo “I Got Myself Raped”

I know I was at fault. I shouldn’t have left my friends. I should have made sure they were safe. There’s no excuse for being young and dumb and naïve. The memory of what happened to Rose, of losing her friendship, doesn’t seem like punishment enough for what I did. Which is probably why I buried the memory as long as I did.

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When What Was Lost Is Found: Never Give Up Hope

Found lost jewelry

When What Was Lost Is Found  I have become the queen of losing things. Last fall I lost two of my favorite necklaces. One I love not only because my son gave it to me, but it’s one of those pieces that goes with everything. The other was from my…

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Sunday Morning Musings: Lost Souls and Found Things

When I lose things I ask God to help me find them. And He always does. Case in point: Earlier this week I couldn’t find my Bank of America zipper bank bag. In it I keep my booksigning cash, my booksigning pens and my Square credit card device. After every…

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