So many of you have written asking what happened to my writing. Why silence for three months? Did I give up this fight for the education and prevention of child sexual molestation?
On May 22, 2015, I had just settled into my bed to begin reading. It had been a long day of work followed by dinner with friends. Since it was near Memorial Day, my friends asked if I minded if we made a stop at the cemetery to place flowers on their son’s grave. He died at the age of six very unexpectedly. Continue reading