बाल दुर्व्यवहार: एक वॉक डाउन मेमोरी लेन

  अधिकांश मुझे अपने सामाजिक मुद्दों से निपटने के लिए जानते हैं यह एक टोल ले सकता है दुनिया के साथ जो गलत है उसके साथ घूमना भयानक हो सकता है मुझे कुछ पता चल गया है कि मैं नहीं जानना चाहता हूं। हां, इयान वेनबर्ग- कोई न्याय नहीं है आप सही हैं, लेकिन इसका... Continue Reading →

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Abuso Infantil: Un Paseo por la Memoria

  La mayoría me conoce por mi abordaje de asuntos sociales. Esto puede tomar un peaje. Mucking alrededor con qué está mal con el mundo puede ser horrible. Encontré cosas que no quiero saber. Sí, Ian Weinberg, no hay justicia. Tienes razón, pero eso no significa que me lleve ese hecho acostado. Voy a gritar y gritar... Continue Reading →

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Child Abuse Again

Most know me for my tackling of social issues. This can take a toll. Mucking around with what’s wrong with the world can be horrific. I find things out I don’t want to know. Yes, Ian Weinberg—there is no justice. You’re right, but that doesn’t mean I’ll take that fact lying down. I’ll scream and holler... Continue Reading →

Insanity?

I often feel like the harbinger of doom-and-gloom. There are so many issues that I see as important. Most of them result in death. Some have happy endings. Fiction has been a respite for me. I don’t indulge in it often. It feels like a desert after a burnt roast. It’s hard to immerse oneself... Continue Reading →

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The Goddess of Cribbage

  A tickle stuck in her throat; it was this side of a choke. Heather trussed the silent woman’s hands together with a tight double-looped knot. She hadn’t meant for Fran to get in the way—it just sort of happened. Fran was her friend, her comrade-in-cards. She’d simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Fran moaned, and Heather’s tickle slid... Continue Reading →

Meat

Food was hard to come by. Buildings had cropped up all around until the sun no longer shone in the windows located on the right side of my house. Then, too, there was the matter of families staying closer to one another. The increase in ethnic diversity brought with it more people from Old Countries: a fact... Continue Reading →

My Story of Child Abuse

  What is the view of child abuse? I struggle with that question.  I've found that child abuse survivors are viewed as damaged goods.  I see pity in people’s eyes.  I say, don’t see me and my ordeal—understand that there are children out there right this second that are undergoing the same kind of ordeal. ... Continue Reading →

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