Advent 2018 ~ The First Twelve Days

As darkness continues to shorten our daytime hours, at least in the northern hemisphere, we also prepare to receive new Light and Life after the Winter Solstice.  Reflections are offered for this time of transition. Day 1:  Awareness hopefully leads to action.  I continue Advocacy for the elimination of sexual exploitation, knowing there are many worthy causes.  … Continue reading “Advent 2018 ~ The First Twelve Days”

Beyond Surviving

Today I am honoring Survival with excerpts from a longer poem by Edmonton’s Rachel Manichoose.  (Image from Clipart) You took my innocence before I knew what innocence was                                               I surrendered my sexuality before … Continue reading “Beyond Surviving”

Words the size of a wound

When I first saw this post, I read it backwards. Of course, impatient angry words issued in haste can cause wounds in those who hear them. That is why we must be careful to sift negative thoughts and feelings before we speak. We all respond best to encouragement, non-judgement and acceptance. What I read is … Continue reading “Words the size of a wound”

Memorial 2018

On August 14, 1994, a young woman named Karen Lewis was murdered and her body thrown in a dumpster. For several years after her death, Calgarians gathered to remember Karen and other women who were murdered. In 1999, Edmonton survivors, grieving parents, and CEASE Board members decided to hold a similar event. The first Edmonton … Continue reading “Memorial 2018”

Faces of Vulnerability

I drove downtown to see my new billboard. It is posted on the SE corner of 111 Ave and 97 Street, best viewed travelling east or south. Standing a few feet away, her back to me, was a slim girl carrying a sign. She walked up and down the street a couple time before I … Continue reading “Faces of Vulnerability”


Today, the Monday of Heritage Day weekend, I forgot it was a civic holiday rather than a Stat holiday until a service man rang the doorbell. Of course, it was a civic holiday and my mind flooded with memories from twenty-one years ago. In 1997, the first Monday was August 4th. I was employed by … Continue reading “MISSING”