tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post2060558598174913736..comments2024-02-24T03:24:24.785-05:00Comments on writing as jo(e): The little girl who used to sit in my lap and cryjo(e)http://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-8913071504104697222012-02-18T23:36:01.846-05:002012-02-18T23:36:01.846-05:00oh dear... I didn't remember the things that y...oh dear... I didn't remember the things that your brother-in-law is saying here. Wow. I wish she could be in a safer place like a foster home too (though you know some foster homes aren't much better, right?). Zelda1's story is heartbreaking!Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06902911922952429223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-33402031314624062862012-02-16T21:06:32.120-05:002012-02-16T21:06:32.120-05:00I worry about her and I can only imagine how much ...I worry about her and I can only imagine how much stronger that worry must be for you. And I agree with everything BrightenedBoy said.Kylahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03311014761113076785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-15562849001294503732012-02-16T18:03:27.730-05:002012-02-16T18:03:27.730-05:00I am torn between how sad this makes me and how mu...I am torn between how sad this makes me and how much hope that two children have you as a number, light, memory and benchmark.Amandahttp://amandamagee.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-13396293686410761862012-02-16T12:09:27.350-05:002012-02-16T12:09:27.350-05:00A single positive voice, even in the midst of abus...A single positive voice, even in the midst of abuse, can make such a difference for a child. I think Little Biker Boy will appreciate what you're doing even more when he enters adolescence and is able to consciously apply the values you've been showing him.<br /><br />Every times you write about this boy I'm so thankful for your presence in his life.BrightenedBoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04140255969796496082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-61186164352224632862012-02-13T21:07:55.374-05:002012-02-13T21:07:55.374-05:00My mother died when I was a child and my sister (y...My mother died when I was a child and my sister (younger than I) and I were sparated. She went to live with my older psychotic and poor sister and I went to life my even older psychotic and rich sister. While we both were dealt a great deal of verbal and sometimes physical abuse, we were able to see each other about once a month. I always felt so much guilt because I had a nice house to live in and had nice clothes while my younger sister lived in a crappy house and wore awful ragged clothes. Once, we made a pack to run away and when we were together, we packed our mother's gown and a few of our own clothes into safeway sacks and we took off walking on the railroad tracks. I had thirty dollars and told her we could sleep outside and make the money last. Unfortuantely, my sister realized we were gone and came searching for us and when she found us, she accused me of trying to cause trouble. I was not allowed to see my little sister for three months…in those three months, I cried every night. I feel so sorry for little biker boy and pony tail girl. I hope she learns your number.zelda1https://www.blogger.com/profile/04212809913449846878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-56172597277947922412012-02-13T18:10:07.723-05:002012-02-13T18:10:07.723-05:00Tie-Dye Brother-in-law: Yeah, but I wish she was i...Tie-Dye Brother-in-law: Yeah, but I wish she was in a foster home instead of with her father, since he's proven himself to be an abusive alcoholic.<br /><br />I could use my phone to teach them how to delete the call history, but cell phones are different (I think they're mostly using track phones -- the numbers are always changing), so I'm not sure how quickly they'd grasp that.jo(e)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-37828953437405775462012-02-13T15:56:11.341-05:002012-02-13T15:56:11.341-05:00Happy Birthday, Ponytail Girl!
It's sad that ...Happy Birthday, Ponytail Girl!<br /><br />It's sad that she's no longer part of your life, but considering that her mother brought home the guy who sexually abused five-year-old Ponytail Girl, she might be better off living with her father.<br /><br />Besides teaching them your phone number, might it be a good idea teaching them how to delete the call history?Tie-Dye Brother-in-lawnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-19470706568330160002012-02-13T13:10:55.197-05:002012-02-13T13:10:55.197-05:00So sad. But how fortunate they are to have known y...So sad. But how fortunate they are to have known you and to have hope in their lives. May it pull them through ...~profgrrrrl~https://www.blogger.com/profile/15280731948424317624noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-87237316771821030472012-02-13T12:16:54.282-05:002012-02-13T12:16:54.282-05:00Sending love.Sending love.Liz Millerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09469435277058701080noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-2537855836452230202012-02-13T12:09:02.859-05:002012-02-13T12:09:02.859-05:00This makes my heart hurt. Happy birthday, Ponytail...This makes my heart hurt. Happy birthday, Ponytail.Laura C.noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-78050848031029694062012-02-13T09:35:38.362-05:002012-02-13T09:35:38.362-05:00This just breaks my heart.
Chris in NYThis just breaks my heart.<br /><br />Chris in NYAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-32223427119083191622012-02-12T21:35:00.517-05:002012-02-12T21:35:00.517-05:00Oh, jo(e). Thinking of them, and you.Oh, jo(e). Thinking of them, and you.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08235049965406944684noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-14333391006000609412012-02-12T21:31:11.354-05:002012-02-12T21:31:11.354-05:00Heartbreaking. I hope she's being treated ok.....Heartbreaking. I hope she's being treated ok...and I can't help bu think WTF were they thinking to send her to live with someone who attacked the family?!<br /><br />And I hope she learns your phone number...Rev Dr Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14686528826414330355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-28497671882073829352012-02-12T18:21:23.452-05:002012-02-12T18:21:23.452-05:00I remember that she was four (and really tall for ...I remember that she was four (and really tall for her age, compared to my small kids -- in your pictures at least), but didn't quite remember how old he was. Wow. Poor kids. I hope she learns the number and calls you sometime. Sigh.Lhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06902911922952429223noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-40177209909105307742012-02-12T16:32:07.090-05:002012-02-12T16:32:07.090-05:00I hope she's able to learn your phone number, ...I hope she's able to learn your phone number, and to use it.elswherehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09682431666658202440noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-75319852107366095912012-02-12T13:23:04.641-05:002012-02-12T13:23:04.641-05:00So sad. I have been moved by these posts over the...So sad. I have been moved by these posts over the years. I can't imagine how upsetting it is, and I hope there is a better life for them...soon. You are making a difference. <br />Happy birthday to Ponytail.WordsmithWorkinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01749806790354420350noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-58598092514575829072012-02-12T13:10:00.733-05:002012-02-12T13:10:00.733-05:00They were 4 and 7 when they moved here, and they l...They were 4 and 7 when they moved here, and they lived here for just about 3 years.jo(e)https://www.blogger.com/profile/01488562158252331555noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-83108618849090890832012-02-12T12:25:27.966-05:002012-02-12T12:25:27.966-05:00Sigh. We join with you today in thinking of her an...Sigh. We join with you today in thinking of her and praying that she is safe. She's only three months older than my own almost 8 year old. <br /><br />How old were the kids when they became your neighbors and would come over and how old were they again when they moved?Lilianhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03809018728037248794noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-2142267501233880922012-02-12T12:01:13.625-05:002012-02-12T12:01:13.625-05:00This is all so sad, and yes, now I am thinking of ...This is all so sad, and yes, now I am thinking of her, too, and her brother.Mary Stebbins Taitthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9799907.post-67584667056753587562012-02-12T11:56:48.928-05:002012-02-12T11:56:48.928-05:00And now, we are thinking of her, too. May she feel...And now, we are thinking of her, too. May she feel our thoughts. I am glad she will get to see Biker Boy on her birthday.Sarah Sometimeshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09415284135104217978noreply@blogger.com