The Ebola epidemic

I have been praying for the victims of the Ebola outbreak in Africa.

My prayers have led to fasting and also web research. The result of that research is so disheartening that I am not linking.

Ebola is a plague with the devastating symptoms and prognosis of a plague.

People die horrible deaths and the death rate is high, very high.

So I am asking for prayer. Please pray for the people exposed to the disease and their families.

Pray for healing, but pray for this as well–

Many people in the countries this virus inhabits do not believe in it or believe health workers are infecting them.

So pray for healing and truth as well.
And thank you.



For a long time now I have had characters running around in my head.

They are lovely, fictional sorts, and they are finally getting their story told in my other blog–etiology.

It is a made-up story but it is also a love story for a real house.

So again–made up people
Real house.

The no-bark collar

For years I labored under the illusion that child sexual abuse was rare and that the victims could find help, even if their parents were indifferent or the abusers.

Wrong and wrong.

More than half of all children are victims of sexual assault before they reach the age of 18.

Most if not all of us have known and/or been groomed by a sexual predator.

And yet…

The pressure to not talk about the known sexual predators among us is so strong that I frequently write posts and then refrain from publishing them.

I am an old woman and a mouthy one at that, but I have been told explicitly to shut up and shunned implicitly for speaking out against child sexual abuse.

The pressuring is convincing and effacing.

Imagine what it would do to a child.

Letters to Veronica

I lost your real name a long time ago when I lost you.

I am reminded of it every day, because when you lose a child you don’t recover. You might survive it, but you don’t recover.

You should remember when you grow up, meet your real mom, become who you will be–

A person is haunted by all those lost days–lost pigtails, birthday parties, school pictures.

You just miss the kid. All the time. And the very best you can do is look for her face in every crowd. Pray for her happiness at every meal. Wish her well.

Wish you well. I will always wish you well, because you were my baby.


Cassidy Stay

I wanted to title this “sea monsters”
Because no one believes they are real

So one less thing to worry about, right?

But an unrestrained, mentally unbalanced family member?

All too real.

It is an utter, shameless, flagrant failure of law enforcement that led directly to tragedy in a quiet Spring, TX neighborhood.

He should have been in prison for attempting to murder his wife.

He should have been in jail facing charges for attempting to murder his own mother.

Dozens of people knew this man was not safe.

And now a brave young girl faces a life of unspeakable sorrow because we did not stop him soon enough.

If we are not willing to pay to prevent crime, we leave it to the victims to pay, forever.

Philippians 4:13

Dearest M,

This was the verse tattooed inside a cross on a rider’s back yesterday.

I have gotten very good advice on doing the big kicker from him, but I have been too scared to take it.

What you did yesterday was a triumph. I could tell by your face you did not think so, but I know it was.


Because I fear the fall and I fear the hurt and I fear the scrutiny and you have left me no alternative but to face those fears.

Thank you.

So much.

It is so easy to be a coward. I know because I am.

But to be brave? But to risk yourself? Especially in front of others?

That takes such beautiful courage.

And quite frankly it teaches others to be brave as well.

There are no words for that kind of triumph. Trust me. I am an old woman. I know.

The Central American Crisis

For nearly 20 years young people, mostly women, have been the victims of rape and murder in Juarez, a city neatly adjacent to El Paso, Texas.

They even have a name for it–feminicidio, the murder of women.

Not once have I ever heard anyone in our government say we need to provide asylum to the women and children of Juarez.

Perhaps we should.

But as a one-time resident of Central America and a long-time advocate for children, especially those who have refugee issues, the sudden trucking out of an “emerging Central American crisis” feels deeply political and not very honest.

When in our lifetime has Central America been stable? The eighties?!?

Not a chance.

This particular iteration of the absolute disaster that is American foreign policy ignores completely the fact that…

These countries have been de facto war zones for decades.

The children have not just started coming, some of them came years ago. Many came to the US and joined gangs affiliated with the conflicts in their home countries.

And many also have the usual spectrum of emotional and mental problems that go with trauma, upheaval, social disintegration, and loss of caregiver relationships.

We cannot afford to anonymize these minors. Where they go, who they go with, and how they cope all matter so much.

What do you know about the gang affiliations of refugee and immigrant teens in your area? What do you know about attachment disorder?

You cannot haphazardly throw money or executive orders at children.

You gotta have an actual plan.

Yep. And I still think we owe the children of Mexico an apology.

Isn’t their failed state as disastrous as all the others?