I glanced up and many in the audience were wiping tears from their eyes. I was astonished! It was my first book reading ( I read excerpts to the audience) and signing for my memoir and I was a bit nervous. I thought people might be fidgeting, wanting to go home. When I was finished the group gathered around peppering me with questions and then… most of them bought not just one copy but two or three copies of the book… to share with family or friends they thought might find help by reading it.
That’s when my heart began to sing. Continue reading
March 5, marks the second anniversary of my escaping an abusive situation. Each March 5, I light a candle, let it burn all day long and ask others to do so as well – to remember those who have lived with and suffered (are still suffering) or died from abuse.