Tag: child abuse

What Remains

It barely made headlines, what with all the political corruption underway between the Executive and Legislative branches. But it did warrant at least space in some newspapers as we closed out 2020 and welcomed 2021: The remains of a girl between ages 6½[..]
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04 01 , 2021 2 Comments
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Writing Memoir with Author Ann Hite

Editor's Note: I first met author Ann Hite through her book Ghost on Black Mountain. It was one of the best ghost story novels I had read in decades. Ann and I share a love of Appalachia and the stories that come out of the mountains.[..]
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06 05 , 2020 5 Comments
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I am the Whistleblower

I once walked in on a teacher and a student in a situation. The door was closed. The female student was leaned over the male teacher from behind, hugging him. It was an act of intimacy. One you might see exchanged between a husband and[..]
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07 11 , 2019 3 Comments
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The Sarah Sheehans of the Trump Administration

They say the Egyptians created time, measuring life by light and darkness, by the turning of shadows. I don't know how people measured their lives before the invention of sundials and clocks, second-hands and tick-tocks. I am not sure if night-shift work was a thing[..]
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03 06 , 2019 No Comments
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Grace: An Act of Redemption

Almost every week since the book Karly Sheehan was published, I receive emails or notes from readers. Some are from people who knew Karly's mother.Some are from those who knew her dad. But the vast majority are from those who didn't know either parent, but[..]
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18 02 , 2019 1 Comment
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Patrick Reed’s Bitter Family Feud

When Patrick Reed slipped into that green jacket in Augusta on Sunday, his parents, Bill and Jeannette Reed, were not in attendance. Neither was his sister Hannah, when Reed, 27, won his first major title at the Masters in Augusta, Georgia. This was the biggest[..]
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09 04 , 2018 2 Comments
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God’s One Last Nerve

Mama loved Charlie Rose. She'd come in from work, grab herself a bite to eat, kick off her shoes, and curl her legs up in her comfy chair. She'd pull that ashtray closer as she flipped the remote to Rose. Rose was her routine indulgence.[..]
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21 11 , 2017 10 Comments
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A Letter to my Friends

Dear Alabamians: You and I have had a thing going on for many years now. I grew up just across the Hooch from you. I spent nearly every weekend of my high school years driving your backroads on the way to Camp Hill to watch[..]
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15 11 , 2017 1 Comment
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Cussing on the Way to Church

It was there, while crossing the bridge that connect this part of Oregon with the southern part of Washington, that I glanced over at a boat cutting through the silver waters of the Columbia River. Maybe it was the stillness of the water. Or[..]
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02 04 , 2017 6 Comments
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