I can remember the feeling of the warm summer sun shining in the front cab of my dad’s truck as we listened to Tanya Tucker and drove through the mountains. It was so warm and safe on our father daughter road trips. We would take the same trip a couple of years in row. Even... Continue Reading →

I would do my best as the weeks passed, trying to stay strong even though my life was full of so much fear and violence. The domestic abuse between my mother and Jack would still continue whenever they drank, which was pretty much every weekend. My mother, Eileen, began to avoid the violence by not... Continue Reading →