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Petersburg, My Home Town
(It is fitting that on this holiday weekend I should write about the place I love the best) Wherever I go in the years to come; Whenever my heart is tired and sad; I’ll think of life in this hidden world; And long for the moments that ones I had….
My Earliest Memory
Marjorie had just had her third birthday and was feeling very grown up. Across the living room, Rusty, their long haired mutt lay beneath the black and white stove, his body propped against the legs that looked like claws. Bread was in the oven and the smell drifted throughout the…
Unresolved Depression Leads to Despair
Of all the curses bestowed on mankind despair is the most lethal. To be depressed is to be sad but have hope. Despair is an utter loss of hope. Before I entered recovery from child sexual abuse, despair sat on my shoulders like a vulture waiting to claim its victim….
Help Along the Way
I recently heard a valuable set of words, “Happiness is fleeting, honor is immortal.” They made a great impression on me. Over the years I have tucked pieces of wisdom into my brain. Most remained in their useless state until after I went through recovery. As I moved through the…