“I don’t feel brave in sharing my story of sexual assault or the assault of our daughters. I feel afraid of what happens if we don’t. I’m claiming my story and revealing HIS shame.”
“It was a helpless day. We stood outside of our home knowing there was nothing we could do. At the end of the day, we had nothing but the clothes on our back.”
“Looking at her reflection she is forced to blink to see clearly. Her gray hair is set in curlers. She is thinking about all the friends and family she has outlived. She considers bending down to fix her knee-high stocking, but instead, sighs deeply.
“A few days later, at 5:00 a.m., my phone was buzzing. I turned over in bed and saw my mom was calling. At that moment, I knew exactly what it was.”
“To realize what was once a necessity, and often a burden, became the pride of the family.”
“To the parents involved, they mean so much more than just the art. They represent their journey through parenthood, sweet baby memories, and fleeting moments. A precious part of their lives that only they know.”
“One day near that old tire swing, I was playing in the dirt and I saw something that made me curious. It was a small, round piece of metal and as I cleared some soil around it, I realized it was a ring.”
“When my great-grandmother was told 9 weeks ago that she would only have 3 weeks left to live, it stopped the whole world from spinning.”