“Stolen” A Work in Progress by Elizabeth Newton

I was sixteen when my parents died. It was no great loss. That may seem like a dreadful thing to say. However my parents were not the loving, nurturing people many parents are. Note I did not say all parents. I’ve learned that being a parent is not always born of a desire to bear and raise a child in a happy home. While my … Continue reading “Stolen” A Work in Progress by Elizabeth Newton