SPILLED MILK… cont. “Some Memories Are Better Wished Forgotten”

Dulcenia and Little Fredo were counting down the hours to their mother’s return from America. And Canela, too, was most anxious to get back to her children in San Salvador. She’d been gone nearly three months now—months of worrying and feeling helpless—and sitting on the plane now, alone, she remembered things she wished she’d forgotten; of a time when she was just a young girl of seven, and Margarita had locked her in a room for an entire day, with no light, no food, no water, and no one to talk to. On this account, she has worried for Dulcenia, too.  ...more

SPILLED MILK… “Like Mother Was Treated, So Daughter Too” Part 2

Because Dulcenia had again wet her bed, she was punished, like a common criminal, to kneel on the hard marble floor in the hallway; and with little hands she balanced a washtub filled with water atop her head. And even though the tub was made of mere tin, filled with water, it was 100-pounds to a small child of seven. She trembled with exhaustion, desperately trying not to move lest she spilled water. For spilling, even a drop, meant a stinging blow with a twig to her buttocks....more

SPILLED MILK… continues “Like Mother Was Treated, So Daughter Too”

They’d reached the room of discipline, and Margarita took out heavy keys from her pocket and searched for the one that would fit to open the door, all the while Canela tugged and pulled on her arm in a futile effort to get away. Alas Margarita found the key that fit. She opened the rusty-sounding door and pushed Canela with a very hard shove, and with a heavy thump Canela landed on boxes. And just as quickly Margarita closed the door and locked it, imprisoning her own daughter....more

SPILLED MILK… continues “Poor, Sad Rich Girl, Feeling Unloved?”

Canela would later regret ever having left her children in her mother’s charge, ignoring her heart’s warning against leaving them—more specifically, she feared for Dulcenia’s treatment at her mother’s hand. She’d never forget how she, herself, had suffered at the hands of her own mother as a child. And Margarita had not changed—a woman veiled by beauty, but a beast at heart.   “Brown sugar and spice,  Sprinkled on toast with butter is nice....more

12-Year Apart Twins

My twin and I were born twelve years apart in two different states from two different sets of parents. Well… other than that, we share so many “coincidences” you’d think we are twins. We are constantly amazed at our similarities. About the same height with fine hair and blue eyes, we share any number of likes and dislikes. We hate shoes and kick them off whenever possible; cannot stand turtleneck sweaters –in fact dislike wearing anything around our neck....more

Somewhere in the Middle?

Should I have expectations or keep hold of hope? Expectations are bound to disappoint while hope can strengthen a weary heart. But then as Proverbs points out, “hope deferred makes the heart sick”. Shall I continue to seek out safe places in this world or should I seek to be one?...more

Minor Realization

I was sitting in my bedroom on Tuesday doing a mental checklist of all things Christmas: gifts, food for get-togethers, what to wear to each one, etc. In the past, I would have had everything planned to a tee. That's just how I did things. I planned my entire wedding single-handedly right down to the smallest detail. I planned out my high school senior trip and even wrote out a detailed itinerary.But that part of me has dwindled so much. That super planning, wanna-be Martha Stewart side of me is barely recognizable anymore....more

One Child Saved From Abuse

Today a story quietly broke about a 7 year old girl saved through the efforts of  the United States Department of Homeland Security and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police Integrated Child Exploitation Unit. Her father who was arrested in Prince George, British Columbia is facing charges of possession, making and distributing child pornography....more

Best 4 Years of Your Life?!

Have you ever heard someone comment that high school was the best 4 years of their life? How did this ever get started?! For a long time, I thought I was the only person that disagreed with that because of everything I was dealing with. Eventually, I talked to other people who felt the same way....more