Spoon of Sugar (23)

……. picking up from “Turning Red (22)” in the posts on My Journey Here My dad came home from work late that night. Karen was already in bed and I hoped she was sleeping.… Read More →

Turning Red (22)

….. picking up from “Fruitstriped Gum (21)”  from my posts on My Journey Here Receiving a letter from my mom changed the entire tone of the house. I could sense that something had… Read More →

Fruitstriped Gum (21)

…..picking up from Conflicted (20) from my posts on My Journey Here I received a letter from my mom that came from the women’ s shelter. I was excited because a letter meant that… Read More →

Conflicted (20)

…. picking up from What Kids? (19) in my posts from My Journey Here Things started to change rather quickly after that. My dad helped to get my mom into a battered women’s shelter… Read More →

What Kids? (19)

……..  picking up from Connecting the Dots (18) in the posts of My Journey Here I sat in my room angry until I finally heard my dad come home. I didn’t rush out to… Read More →

Connecting the Dots (18)

….. picking up from Under My Bed (17) in the posts on My Journey Here I layed in bed wondering what was happening. Who was in the hospital? Who had called? Why were they… Read More →

Sheer Curtains (16)

My heart raced and panic set in. I didn’t know whether to scream, to run or to go back in and interrupt the class that had just started. Would somebody help me? No one had… Read More →

Needing a Ride (15)

The start of my second grade year was nice. I had made a group of friends that kept my mind off of life at home, as much as they could I guess. Shortly… Read More →

Battered Women Syndrome (14)

My dad learned a lot from his “insider” over the following weeks. She never came to see us but they spent a lot of time talking over the phone. Karen pressed my dad… Read More →

The Insider (13)

Maybe it was for the best that I didn’t get to say goodbye. After all, my mom probably would have said or done something to traumatize me more than I already was. I… Read More →