Many months ago, a dear friend of mine sent me a card with these words on it: “You, whose day it is, get out your rainbow colours and make it beautiful!” Traditional Nootka Song I still have it sitting on my desk because it always makes me smile and, when I need it, gives me a bit of a jolt as well! It's come in particularly handy over the past few days because, for whatever reason, they've been just some of ”˜those' kind of days. I'm sure you know what I mean. They're the days when, no matter what, it just seems there's a storm cloud following — not necessarily in full storm mode, maybe just moody and threatening. Either way, there's a kind of heaviness and flat feeling that just sits th …
Pedophile’s wives can be the last to know
Almost seven years ago, Darlene Ellison's life was turned upside-down when her husband was arrested as an "inner circle" member of NAMBLA—the North American Man-Boy Love Association. She had no idea what he was doing. Read How Dorothy Sandusky could have been duped, on TheDailyBeast.com. Link supplied by a Lovefraud reader. …
Pruning the dead wood from the trees of our lives
By Joyce Alexander, RNP (Retired) I live in the woods, and what passes for a “yard” (I can't possibly call it a “lawn” with so little grass!) is pretty much in deep shade most of the summer due to the tall trees. Because of the deeply wooded environment, I've had to make a choice to have either trees or grass, but not both. I chose the trees. Many of the trees are different varieties of oak, some of which tend to shed the lower limbs as they grow taller and the lower limbs receive less sunlight. This self pruning of the trees benefits them by taking the limited resources of nutrients from the ground and moisture from the rains, and using it to grow taller and wider at the top where it r …
Why Me?
Editor's note: The following article refers to spiritual concepts. Please read Lovefraud's statement on Spiritual Recovery. My father is a sociopath. He is also a convicted serial killer who resides on Florida's Death Row. I idolized my dad as a kid and wanted to be just like him, but I could not. Life, I thought, had betrayed me and given me something so cruel that I could never trust again. I didn't believe that I could ever make sense of this experience. How could I possibly come to terms with having been raised by such a monster? How could I possibly find peace in my life after being victimized as a child and young adult? How could I come to terms with a question that I though …