Tired, Alone, and Scared Half to Death.

I wish I could know if your questions were for “maybe someday” or if you are actually experiencing real danger. There is such a huge difference. If you think your husband might soon kill you or your child, you must get yourselves out of danger and seek guidance from strong Christians in your area. Let … Continue reading Tired, Alone, and Scared Half to Death.

Tired and All, All Alone.

How quickly solitude can flip, can convert to loneliness! No one else you know has just delivered a baby, at your age, right? Where can you find support? No one else you know lives with quite such a quarrelsome husband, right? To whom would you dare confess? You are not all alone, though, if you … Continue reading Tired and All, All Alone.

Tired. Dog tired.

This week’s posts answer several questions from a dear woman in a wrenching situation. I answered her immediately and privately, awhile back. Recently postpartum with her first child, she wonders about the effects of her wounded and out-lashing husband. She wonders if it would be better for the baby to live without a dad. Here … Continue reading Tired. Dog tired.

Guess Who?

Are 10 times more likely to have been “touched sexually by a parent or other adult caregiver.” Are almost 4 times more likely to be currently on public assistance Are less likely to be currently employed full-time Are more than 3 times more likely to be unemployed Are nearly 4 times more likely to identify as something other than entirely heterosexual … Continue reading Guess Who?

What Is a Man?

The classic human male depends upon the female from the moment he is conceived. Why? It is easy to see: she is the mother and manages his survival. Her hormonally natural tendencies to softness, milk production, multi-tasking, etc., are perfect for this job. Although many may try, no one else can do sustenance like a mom. … Continue reading What Is a Man?

The Battle . . .

One night, long ago, I walked the floor with a very sick child. Wiping his forehead and body with a damp cloth and humming to him softly seemed to help him. It took hours, but finally he slept. In the process, we accumulated an entire load of soiled bedding, which truly needed washing, immediately. So … Continue reading The Battle . . .