My Beloved Bob!
My post today is very difficult to write. I’m so sad to let you know that my best friend, Bob, our 17-year old cockapoo died yesterday.
My post today is very difficult to write. I’m so sad to let you know that my best friend, Bob, our 17-year old cockapoo died yesterday.
Are you fearing the 2024 presidential election in November and its outcome? You’re not alone if you do. Reading or listening to any media source, you’ll find thousands of fear-mongering titles and articles. I really have to dig for the good news in our world. True Fact: fear sells while love struggles to be recognized.
Yes, a part of me died. There was no one to bury, no ashes to disperse, and no mourner tears. I no longer suffer from terrible nightmares and memories. I don’t hate anymore and I’m open to welcoming my family back into this new life. But please don’t call me Jean. She died and no longer lives inside me.
As we head toward July 4th, I ask all of you to stand up and acknowledge our diversity, cultures, beliefs, and freedoms. We are a free people, and evil men cannot take this country down.
Trauma and abuse can take many forms including physical, emotional, verbal, sexual, neglect, exploitation, and more. When we speak of child maltreatment, we normally first think of physical abuse, but the shocking truth is that neglect is the number one form of child abuse in America.