Tiger!

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Pieces of Paper

Pieces of paper scattered on the floor – reminders that haunt me of all life was before… before your life was done – barely just begun.

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Please

You take me out to dinner buy me tickets to the show. And anyplace you take me is a place I wanna go. Everytime you touch me I can feel it in my soul. There’s unspoken words between us. Could you already know?

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This House

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“Abandoned Farmhouse” photographed by Lisa Moore December 17th, 2012

Another day is done and gone and you’re still not here. I’m still thinking that it’s wrong for you to be not here with me. Time is cruel it just moves on. Yet here I am standing still on the Wheel of Time – where you were mine and you were alive with light in your eyes. But now you’ve gone and I’m alone. This house is not a home now that you’ve gone.

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Suffering with grace

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flowerOne of my favorite spiritual leaders growing up was a priest named Father Jim. I believe he came to our small-town parish in the mid- to late 90s – I remember being about 12 years of age. I didn’t realize what a big deal it was at the time, but mine was the first CCD class where both the boys and the girls were trained to be altar attendants.*

My sister, brother, and I all served at mass dozens of times – probably hundreds if you were to tally up the instances between the three of us. As a child and even as a teenager, I probably didn’t fully appreciate the role I played as an altar attendant. Regardless, I think it was important as a young person for me to understand that a religious community – just like any other community – has jobs that need done and members…

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Almost

14978018908381914568638I almost said I love you. I almost told you what I feel. I almost said that I love you. I always have. I always will.

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On being “lucky”

I am a survivor.

I have survived not one – but two sexual assaults.

I have survived the loss of my babies, Alexandra and Frances.

I have survived the loss of my dear friend Jennifer.

I’ve also survived three car crashes, four job losses, and high school.

Yet, I still consider myself a “lucky” survivor of sexual assault.

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The days that follow

In the days that followed since Cole Mooridian sexually assaulted me in his home during the early morning hours of June 4th – his life continued as normal.

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Cole Mooridian is a Rapist

I went to Valley City to babysit the evening of June 4th. We had dinner, showed her all the cool stuff in my med kit, cleaned and bandaged up her stuffed animals’ ouchies, then sat outside to watch the stars come out.

Then later, the neighbors started up a backyard bonfire. We joined them in fellowship – chatting, eating ice cream, and looking up at the beautiful night sky!

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Things I Wish

  • I wish that everyone on this planet never went to sleep hungry.6362196157044786201633161531_disney-stars-1100x619
  • I wish that all tired bones had a comfortable and safe place in which to rest.

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