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[walkswithmyfather]

“Always be joyful. Never stop praying. Whatever happens, give thanks, because it is God’s will in Christ Jesus that you do this. —1 Thessalonians 5:16‭-‬18 (GW)

“Keep on praying my friends…even when it feels like the answer seems long in coming. Because we never truly know the full story…how God is at work in someone's life, or in our own difficult circumstances, behind the scenes where we can't fully see. Lining up our pathways, doing what only He can do. Trust Him. He's all about miracles.🌟”

—Debbie McDaniel

[a-girl-reborn]

READING LIST FOR 2024

• [🎀] - priority • [✔] - finished • [👁] - now reading • [💭] - next up •

💌 Human Kind (Rutger Bregman) [👁]

🍒 Utopia for Realists (Rutger Bregman) [🎀]

💌 Joyful (Ingrid Fettel Lee) [🎀💭]

🍒 A Paradise Built in Hell (Rebecca Solnit)

💌 Tribe (Sebastian Junger)

🍒 The Art Of Frugal Hedonism (Annie Raser-Rowland, Adam Grubb) [🎀]

💌 Sapiens (Yuval Noah Harari)

🍒 Weird (Olga Khazan) [🎀]

💌 The Art of Thinking Clearly (Rolf Dobelli) [🎀]

🍒 Civilized To Death (Christopher Ryan) [🎀]

💌 The Courage To Be Disliked (Ichiro Kishimi, Fumitake Koga) [🎀]

🍒 The Courage To Be Happy (Ichiro Kishimi, Fumitake Koga) [🎀]

💌 The Practice of Not Thinking (Ryonosuke Koike)

🍒 This Is How You Heal (Brianna Wiest) [🎀]

💌 Authetic Happiness (Martin. E. P. Seligman)

🍒 Flourish (Martin. E. P. Seligman)

💌 How To Stop Feeling Like Shit (Andrea Owen) [🎀]

🍒 How To Be a Good Creature (Montgomery Sy)

💌 The Hope Circuit (Martin. E. P. Seligman)

🍒 Homo Deus (Yuval Noah Harari)

💌 Healing Is The New High (Vex King) [🎀]

🍒 Wintering (Katherine May)

💌 The Strength In Our Scars (Bianca Sparacino) [🎀]

🍒 Ego Is The Enemy (Ryan Holiday)

💌 The Mountain Is You (Brianna Wiest) [🎀]

🍒 Getting Through What You Can't Get Over (Anita Agers-Brooks)

💌 Cleaning Up Your Mental Mess (Dr. Caroline Leaf)

🍒 How To Be Your Own Therapist (Owen O'Kane) [🎀]

💌 Living Consciously (Yvette Ratshikhopha)

🍒 Adult Children Of Emotionally Immature Parents (Lindsay C. Gibson PsyD.) [🎀]

💌 Girl On Fire (Cara Alwill Leyba)

🍒 It's Not Fair (Melanie Dale)

💌 The Highly Sensitive Person (Elaine N. Aron PH.D.) [🎀]

🍒 Tiny Traumas (Dr. Meg Arroll)

💌 Be Not Afraid Of Love (Mimi Zhu)

🍒 The Book You Wish Your Parents Had Read (Philippa Perry) [🎀]

💌 The Art Of Noticing (Rob Walker)

🍒 The Child In You (Stefanie Stahl) [🎀]

💌 101 Essays That Will Change The Way You Think (Brianna Wiest)

🍒 The Pivot Year (Brianma Wiest) [🎀]

💌 How To Hug A Porcupine (Dr. Debbie Joffe Ellis) [🎀]

🍒 Why Simple Wins (Lisa Bodell)

💌 Don't Overthink It (Anne Bogel) [🎀]

🍒 Why Did Nobody Tell Me This Before (Dr. Julie Smith)

💌 Mother Hunger (Kelly McDaniel) [🎀]

🍒 The Art Of Self-Therapy (Nick Trenton) [🎀]

💌 A Witch's Guide To Crafting Your Practice (Lisa McSherry) [🎀]

🍒 A Gentle Reminder (Bianca Sparacino)

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Thank you!! 💙

1 Tell us about your WIP!

I am working on a fic for Silver Fox Fest with older Larry. In it, Louis and Harry met as teenagers at a party in the 70s and then went their separate ways. In the present day, Louis sees a photo on facebook of Harry and Gemma in Jamaica and the caption says that they are celebrating Harry's divorce. Louis decides to message him and reconnect.

5 Top five formative books?

I haven't read many formative books since I started reading fic, and I also have a pretty poor memory of specific things I've read. However, there were a few memorable authors from when I was growing up that really shaped what I like to read and write about. Meg Cabot's Princess Diaries series and Mediator series, so many Lurlene McDaniel books, James Paterson's Maximum Ride books 1-3, the first Outlander novel, and Debbie Macomber's Cedar Cove series.

12 Which story of yours do you like best? why?

At the moment it's Close Our Eyes (Pretend We're Miles Away). I love how emotional and intense this fic is. It was a really fun challenge to write something with such a difficult ending, but bringing this movie to life through different characters was super fulfilling.

21 What aspect of your writing are you most proud of?

My perseverance and ability to experiment. I have gained a lot of confidence from trying to write in new styles or to try new things. There's always moments in planning fics where I think that my ability isn't good enough for the fic I am outlining, or that the fic could be better if only I knew more about something. But pushing through those negative thoughts to create new stories is very rewarding.

40 Do you look up to any of your writer buddies?

All of them, they're all so creative! I wouldn't have started writing if their amazing works hadn't inspired me to try.

Writer Ask Meme

[therealcrimediary]

Price: [price_with_discount] (as of [price_update_date] - Details) [ad_1] 36 Disturbing True Crime Stories of Murder and Deception Readers Love This Series - Over 7,000 Five-Star Ratings on Amazon & Goodreads Three Book Collection: Volumes 7, 8, and 9 of the True Crime Case Histories Series (2022) *** This series can be read in any order ***If you’re a fan of true crime, you’re undoubtedly familiar with the big-name cases: Ted Bundy, BTK, David Berkowitz, Christopher Watts, Diane Downs, Casey Anthony, Jeffrey Dahmer, Jodi Arias, Ed Gein, etc. The list of well-known, notorious cases throughout history is seemingly endless. Books, websites, podcasts, streaming television series, and magazines are filled with their abhorrent tales of mayhem. They’re some of the most foul killers the world has ever known. In my books, I do my best to find stories you may not have heard of. To do this, I count on my readers to send me stories that may have gone forgotten and aren't found all over the internet. Inside, you'll find 36 True Crime stories from the 100 years. Many of which you may never have heard of. You'll read the story of five-year-old Stephanie Hebert, who walked only three houses down her quiet suburban sidewalk and disappeared forever. Her case went cold for forty years before other children from her neighborhood came forward in their adulthood with information leading to the killer. There’s the story of the sadistic mother who viewed her children only as the spawn of their demon father, torturing them for their entire short lives. You’ll also read of the deranged husband and wife team who started their own cult and made it their life’s mission to rid the world of witches. Another story tells the disheartening tale of a toddler’s skeleton found in a suitcase on the side of the road. Motorcyclists discovered her mother’s skeleton more than 600 miles away. Five years had passed, with no one even realizing they were missing. There’s also the heartbreaking story of a single mom, drowning in debt, who did the unthinkable for insurance money. Many of the stories in this book feature women killers, three of whom took the time to meticulously dismember their victims—a task that can take great strength. Another woman manipulated her two teenage boys into killing for her. Plus many more disturbing stories. The stories in this volume are shocking and exhibit human behavior at its absolute worst. Pure evil. However, these things really happen in the world. We may never understand what goes on in a killer’s mind, but at least we can be better informed. Included in this volume: Stephen McDaniel, Lauren Giddings, Leonard Tyburksi, Dorothy Tyburksi, Cheryl Knuckle, Greg Rowe, Ellen Boehm, Bevan Spencer von Einem, Alan Barnes, Neil Muir, Peter Stogneff, Richard Kelvin, Omaima Nelson, Betty Freiberg, Kimberly Hricko, Steven Hricko, Hilma Marie Witte, Sky McDonough, Leanna Walker, Carol Carlson, Daniel Carlson, Gerard John Schaefer, Evans Ganthier, Rebecca Koster, Gary Vintner, Mikhail Drachev, Chris Andrews, Dennis Tsoukanov, Sean Southland, Konstantin Simberg, Jason Massey, Brian King, Christina Benjamin, Sheila Keen, Debbie Warren, Michael Warren, Marlene Ahrens, Charles Albright, Travis Lewis, Martha McKay, Grant Amato, Cody Amato, Chad Amato, Margaret Amato, Robert Willy Pickton, Marty Dill, Heather Teague, Joe Ball, Jared Chance, Ashley Young, Theresa Knorr, Robert Knorr, William Knorr, Jason Vendrick Franklin, Stephanie Hebert, John Joubert, Danny Jo Eberle, Christopher Walden, Ricky Stetson, Anna Maria Cardona, Lazaro Figueroa, Charles Schmid, Jeremy Gipson, Jessica Thornsberry, Justina Morley, Domenic Coia, Nicholas Coia, Eddie Batzig, Jason Sweeney, Angela Stoltd, Jimmy Sheaffer, Vincent Tabak, Joanna Yeates, Edmund Arne Matthews, Lisa Ann Mather, Daniel Holdom, Karlie Pearce-Stevenson, Khandalyce Pearce-Stevenson, James Carson, Michael Bear, Suzan Bear, Susan Barnes Carson From the Publisher

Publisher ‏ : ‎ iDigital Group (June 20, 2022) Language ‏ : ‎ English Paperback ‏ : ‎ 418 pages ISBN-10 ‏ : ‎ 1956566295 ISBN-13 ‏ : ‎ 978-1956566291 Item Weight ‏ : ‎ 1.47 pounds Dimensions ‏ : ‎ 6 x 1.05 x 9 inches [ad_2]

[noisynutcrusade]

A Prayer for Veterans - Your Daily Prayer - November 11

A Prayer for VeteransBy Debbie McDaniel Freedom is powerful. It is a gift to be thankful for and to treasure. Sometimes, we forget the preciousness of our freedoms. It’s easy to take them for granted. We may not be fully aware of just how many men and women have paid dearly for the freedoms we enjoy today. For all those who have protected our nation, for the men and women in uniform, together, we…

[citylifeorg]

The Apollo Celebrates 35th Anniversary of Cold Chillin’ Juice Crew All-Stars Showcase with Tyrone “Fly Ty” Williams, Ralph McDaniels and Ant Marshall 

Special appearances by Big Daddy Kane, Roxanne Shanté, Marley Marl, MC Shan, Kool G Rap, Debbie D, Glamorous, and more! Live & In-Person on November 20 at 7:30pm On Monday, November 20, The Apollo will mark the 35th anniversary of the historic 1988 Cold Chillin’ Juice Crew All-Stars Apollo Theater Showcase with In Conversation: Cold Chillin’ Records Showcase. These sold-out concerts in November…

[asfearlessasamango]

Your blog is one of the primary methods i see new poetry on tumblr and it’s so nice!! I guess I wanted to ask abt some of your favorite poems or poets if u have any? Do you like writing poetry as well? Louise glück and Terrence hayes are my favorites

this is so sweet I’ve been sitting on this for a while ❣️❣️but oy vey, my favorite poems and poets, what a question...

i'll answer your second question first! i do like writing poetry but it almost never occurs to me. i'm a long-form beast, I love the novel, so poetry is not really my native form, if that makes sense. So I really only wrote poems last fall for my poetry writing class, and now I mostly only work on a piece if the seeds of 1 good line have been bouncing around my brain for a while.

some favorite poets.

gabrielle calvocoressi: "miss you. would like to take a walk with you". she has a few poems written in that above style, almost like a series, and they all get me in my heart by the end. she also wrote "hammond b3 organ cistern" and I think it's extraordinary how one poet can write such different emotional depths so well.

chen chen! does this sweet modern witty wordplay laid over emotional truths. my url + ao3 name, "as fearless as a mango," is actually a line from one of his poems! while i don't like the rest of that poem so much, I recommend "I'm not a religious person but" and "If I should die tomorrow, please note that I will miss the particular" .

edna st vincent millay... she just perfected that heartbreak: "time does not bring relief, you all have lied" and "sonnet xliii"

w.s. merwin: "elegy for a walnut tree" and "living with the news"

one-off poem favs...

"the quiet world" by jeffrey mcdaniel is.... ugh. I read it out loud in a zoom poetry night and my professor, the host, just had her hands on her head and her mouth open for a second at the end. someone commented "great gatsby vibes" and I was like yes!! I've been considering getting 2 old-timey telephones tattooed, one on the back of each of my arms, facing each other.

"Party" by Kim Addonizio

"What the dead don't need" by Faith Shearin. This one was like a puzzle or a calculus problem in my brain for weeks... and then I got it. excellent case for believing in the afterlife imo.

"Invisible Fish" by Joy Harjo. America you break my heart!!!! (The author is native american, which may impact how you read the poem.)

"Your night is of lilac" by Mahmoud Darwish.

"The Sciences Sing a Lullaby" by Albert Goldbarth. More effective than melatonin imo

"The Conditional" by Ada Limón. If you like glück I feel like you'll like limón!

"One Art" by Elizabeth Bishop. I didn't react to this poem at all the first time I read it in high school but one of my classmates came in and said it made her cry. The trick is to read the "--" as a breaking voice and to know that this is a villenelle, originally a French type of poem that has a very specific line repetition pattern throughout the stanzas and a traditional focus on sad / disturbing / horror, gothic, grief themes. "Mad Girl's Love Song" by Sylvia Plath is another villenelle. With that context in mind, also pay attention to the increasing severity of loss throughout each stanza, until the ultimate bigger than losing a continent loss happens.

"the saddest poem I have ever written" by debbie milman is incredible.

finally... "come and be my baby" by maya angelou.

[carolap53]

A Prayer for Good Friday: It Is Finished Dear God, We remember today, the pain and suffering of the cross, and all that Jesus was willing to endure, so we could be set free. He paid the price, such a great sacrifice, to offer us the gift of eternal life.

Help us never to take for granted this huge gift of love on our behalf. Help us to be reminded of the cost of it all. Forgive us for being too busy, or distracted by other things, for not fully recognizing what you freely given, what you have done for us.

Thank you, Lord, that by your wounds we are healed. Thank you that because of your huge sacrifice we can live free. Thank you that sin and death have been conquered and that your Power is everlasting.

Thank you that we can say with great hope, “It is finished…” For we know what’s still to come. And death has lost its sting. We praise you for you are making all things new. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.

By Debbie McDaniel

The Passion: Good Friday Prayer Jesus, our Lord and our God, you gave your cheek to those who struck you and for our sake you endured much mockery. Grant that following the example of your sufferings, we may be courageous in bearing our own, and learn from you, for you are meek and lowly in heart; you now reign with the Father and the Holy Spirit, God for ever and ever. Amen

Source: Mozarabic, modified from Daily Prayer.

The Precious Blood of Jesus Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the living God, you came down from heaven to earth from your Father’s side, suffered five wounds on the wood of the cross, and shed your precious blood for the forgiveness of our sins. At the day of judgment set us at your right hand, speak to us those sweet words, “Come, you who are blessed, into my Father’s kingdom;” with the Father and the Holy Spirit you live and reign, one God, now and forever.

Source: Sarum Missal,

"It Is Finished" Prayer O blessed Jesus, most mighty lion, King immortal and most victorious, remember the sorrow that you suffered when all your powers of heart and body failed you utterly, and when you bowed your head and said, “It is finished.” Remembering your anguish and sorrow, blessed Jesus, have mercy on me in my last hour. Amen.

Source: Sarum Primer, 1538

Prayer for Holy Week O Father, most merciful, in the beginning you created us, and by the passion of your only Son you created us anew. Work in us now, both to will and to do what pleases you. Since we are weak and can do no good thing by ourselves, grant us your grace and heavenly blessing, that in whatever work we engage we may do all to your honor and glory.

Keep us from sin and empower us daily to do good works, that as long as we live in the body we may always perform service to you. After our departure give us pardon of all our sins, and receive us to eternal life; through him who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, forever and ever. Amen.

Source: St. Anselm, eleventh century

Mozarabic Good Friday Prayer O God, Son of God, you suffered for us, the righteous for the unrighteous. Save us by the shame of your Passion, and clothe us with the robe of your righteousness. Through the suffering and death you did not deserve, we have escaped the punishment our sins have deserved. Amen.

Source: Freely modified from Mozarabic Collects

Short Invocation for Good Friday Lord, have mercy. Christ, have mercy. Lord, have mercy.

O Christ, hear us.

God, the Father in heaven, have mercy on us. God, the Son, Redeemer of the world, have mercy on us. God, the Holy Spirit, have mercy on us.

Be gracious to us. Spare us, good Lord. Be gracious to us. Help us, good Lord.

From every sin, from every error, from every evil, from the devil’s lies and cunning, from eternal death, deliver us, good Lord.

By the mystery of the holy incarnation, by your holy birth, by your baptism, fasting and temptation, by your agony and bloody sweat, by your cross and suffering, by your death and burial, by your resurrection and ascension, by the coming of the Holy Spirit, the Counselor, in all times of trouble, in all times of prosperity, in the hour of death, help us, good Lord.

O Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, hear us.

Lamb of God, you take away the sin of the world; have mercy on us. Lamb of God, you take away the sin of the world; have mercy on us. Lamb of God, you take away the sin of the world; grant us your peace. Amen.

Source: The Short Litany, prescribed for Good Friday

[college-girl199328]

Census 2016: Fertility takes back seat to immigration in Canada’s growth

After Debbie Clarke’s first child had reached the “terrible twos,” she and her husband decided their family of three was big enough; adding a sibling would be just too much.

“At the time, I was working really late hours, and I just didn’t think it was fair to have another child when I didn’t really have the time and the energy to put into another child,” said Clarke of Mississauga, Ont., whose son Austin is now 15.

“When he was younger, it was very hectic because I had to work nights." My husband worked days. I thought to myself, "You know what?" "I have to do what I think I can handle physically, emotionally, and financially; I think one is good enough for me."

Clarke is among a growing proportion of Canadian women choosing to have only one child or none at all. And that trend towards limited childbearing is increasingly reflected in Canada’s average fertility rate, which the 2016 census figures released Wednesday have pegged at 1.6 percent, slightly higher than the 1.59 percent posted by Statistics Canada three years earlier.

One outlier? Nunavut is home to the highest fertility rates in Canada; women there give birth to 2.9 children on average, fueling the territory’s 12.7 percent growth rate, the highest in the country.

The fertility rate refers to the number of children a hypothetical woman would have in her reproductive life, based on females aged 15 to 49.

In Canada, that rate has been steadily falling over the last several decades: 1971 was the last year when the average number of children matched the 2.1 replacement level needed for the population to renew itself without being bolstered by immigration.

“The first thing to think about is that this is an average, so we still have a few families that have five or six children, and increasingly we have families that have none,” said Nora Spinks, CEO of the Vanier Institute of the Family, acknowledging that smaller families are progressively becoming the norm.

“One of the major reasons people are having fewer children is a combination of circumstances and biology,” she said. More women are choosing to start a family later in life compared to earlier generations. In the 1960s, for instance, the average age for a first birth was about 22.

Today, that age has been pushed to 30 and beyond. "So that’s where the biology comes in." The cost of child-rearing--from daycare to school-based activities to socking away dollars for post-secondary education--is another critical element that often dictates the family size, said sociologist and social demographer Susan McDaniel, a Canada research chair in global population and life course at the University of Lethbridge.

“Children cost a lot, and that’s in terms of money, but also in terms of opportunity costs,” she said, referring to women’s participation in the workforce, including those building or maintaining a career, as well as time invested ferrying kids to and from such extra-curricular as hockey practice and ballet lessons.

“They realize that the opportunity costs of having a lot of children are greater than the benefits of having one or two." But they’re also increasingly great for fathers, who are more and more involved with raising kids.

Still, McDaniel believes the trend toward smaller families is beneficial in some ways because having fewer children allows parents to devote more time and attention to individual children than they could with a larger brood.

That’s been the case for Marissa Monticciolo-Caserta, who had initially hoped to have two or three kids. But when she and her husband split up almost five years ago, she decided her son Nicholas would be her only child.

"I didn’t feel that it would be fair to my son because he spends time 50-50 with me and with his father," the Mississauga graphic designer said of her seven-year-old. "He does have a good relationship with both of us, and I felt that if I did have any other children, it might cause issues for him."

Monticciolo-Caserta, who is in a new relationship, thought having another child would be selfish. "We live together, and he has two children, so my son has an older stepbrother and a younger stepsister."

According to Spinks, Canada is not alone in its move toward smaller family sizes. "Fertility rates around the globe are dropping, even in cultures where typically women have seven, eight, or more children," she said. "We’re now seeing those women having three or four."

While the U.S. is also experiencing a bit of a baby bust, our southern neighbor's estimated 1.88 fertility rate continues to surpass Canada’s average.

"The U.S. has the highest birth rate in the industrialized world," said McDaniel. "Their patterns of having children are different than ours." She said Americans overall form unions marriages in life and have children at a younger age. They also have a higher teen birth rate, and a significant proportion of the population belongs to fundamentalist religious groups, which tend to encourage larger families.

What’s puzzling to social demographers is how U.S. couples on average manage to have larger families, given that they have far less support in the form of such benefits as paid parental leave.

The answer, McDaniel posited, is that there are almost 20 million undocumented immigrants, mostly Hispanic, hidden within households that provide domestic services and child care for “very limited money.”

"It’s a kind of built-in nanny system if you like, and that might contribute to it... "How this is going to work out in the future with (Donald) Trump, I don’t know," she said, pointing to the U.S. president’s vow to crack down on illegal immigrants.

As for Canada, immigration has been the lifeblood of population growth since 1999. According to Statistics Canada, about two-thirds of the current expansion is driven by the arrival of new Canadians, while natural increases make up the remaining third.

Based on a medium-growth scenario, immigration could account for more than 80 percent of the country’s population increase beginning in 2031, the agency says. Without a sustained level of immigration, it says Canada’s growth rate could be close to zero in 20 years as the population ages and projected fertility rates lag replacement levels.

[walkswithmyfather]

“We may never know this side of heaven how very much our prayers may mean in the lives of others.❤️

So many around us might be facing huge struggles & battles that we don't even know about. Maybe we find ourselves there right now too. No matter what is before us, God promises to be with us in it all. He’ll never leave us to fight through alone, but He’s constantly at work, doing more than we could ever imagine.

Keep pressing on my friends, keep praying, & bringing all your burdens to God. He hears the prayers of His

people, every single one, & works on our behalf, even when we can't fully see.

Peace to you today.🙏”

#freshdayahead

[urbanchristiannews]

Debbie McDaniel Becomes the Third Consecutive Woman to Preside Over the Cooperative Baptist Fellowship

Debbie McDaniel Becomes the Third Consecutive Woman to Preside Over the Cooperative Baptist Fellowship

Carol McEntyre, Debbie McDaniel, Patricia Wilson As the Cooperative Baptist Fellowship’s new moderator, Debbie McDaniel said she wants women and girls to know they have a place in Baptist life, whether as ordained or lay leaders. “I want girls to know you and I are both fearfully and wonderfully made and that God can use either one of us. Young women and girls definitely need to hear that they…

[vanyourstruly]

A Prayer for Healing and Grace Dear God, We confess our need for you today. We need your healing and your grace. We need hope restored. We need to be reminded that you work on behalf of those you love, constantly, powerfully, completely. Forgive us for trying to fix our situations all on our own. Forgive us for running all different directions and spinning our wheels to find help, when true help and healing must be found first in You. Forgive us for forgetting how much we need you, above everyone and everything else. We come to you and bring you the places we are hurting. You see where no one else is able to fully see or understand. You know the pain we've carried. The burdens. The cares. You know where we need to be set free. We ask for your healing and grace to cover every broken place. Every wound. Every heartache. Thank you that you are Able to do far more than we could ever imagine. Thank you for your Mighty Power that acts on behalf of your children. We reach out to you, and know that you are restoring and redeeming every place of difficulty, every battle, for your greater glory. Thank you that you will never waste our pain and suffering. We love you. We need you today. In Jesus' Name, Amen!🙏❤️🙏 ~ Debbie McDaniel #behealedinjesusname #byhisstripeswearehealed https://www.instagram.com/p/CeTn0smBsB8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Price: [price_with_discount] (as of [price_update_date] - Details) [ad_1] 36 Disturbing True Crime Stories of Murder and Deception Readers Love This Series - Over 7,000 Five-Star Ratings on Amazon & Goodreads Three Book Collection: Volumes 7, 8, and 9 of the True Crime Case Histories Series (2022) *** This series can be read in any order ***If you’re a fan of true crime, you’re undoubtedly familiar with the big-name cases: Ted Bundy, BTK, David Berkowitz, Christopher Watts, Diane Downs, Casey Anthony, Jeffrey Dahmer, Jodi Arias, Ed Gein, etc. The list of well-known, notorious cases throughout history is seemingly endless. Books, websites, podcasts, streaming television series, and magazines are filled with their abhorrent tales of mayhem. They’re some of the most foul killers the world has ever known. In my books, I do my best to find stories you may not have heard of. To do this, I count on my readers to send me stories that may have gone forgotten and aren't found all over the internet. Inside, you'll find 36 True Crime stories from the 100 years. Many of which you may never have heard of. You'll read the story of five-year-old Stephanie Hebert, who walked only three houses down her quiet suburban sidewalk and disappeared forever. Her case went cold for forty years before other children from her neighborhood came forward in their adulthood with information leading to the killer. There’s the story of the sadistic mother who viewed her children only as the spawn of their demon father, torturing them for their entire short lives. You’ll also read of the deranged husband and wife team who started their own cult and made it their life’s mission to rid the world of witches. Another story tells the disheartening tale of a toddler’s skeleton found in a suitcase on the side of the road. Motorcyclists discovered her mother’s skeleton more than 600 miles away. Five years had passed, with no one even realizing they were missing. There’s also the heartbreaking story of a single mom, drowning in debt, who did the unthinkable for insurance money. Many of the stories in this book feature women killers, three of whom took the time to meticulously dismember their victims—a task that can take great strength. Another woman manipulated her two teenage boys into killing for her. Plus many more disturbing stories. The stories in this volume are shocking and exhibit human behavior at its absolute worst. Pure evil. However, these things really happen in the world. We may never understand what goes on in a killer’s mind, but at least we can be better informed. Included in this volume: Stephen McDaniel, Lauren Giddings, Leonard Tyburksi, Dorothy Tyburksi, Cheryl Knuckle, Greg Rowe, Ellen Boehm, Bevan Spencer von Einem, Alan Barnes, Neil Muir, Peter Stogneff, Richard Kelvin, Omaima Nelson, Betty Freiberg, Kimberly Hricko, Steven Hricko, Hilma Marie Witte, Sky McDonough, Leanna Walker, Carol Carlson, Daniel Carlson, Gerard John Schaefer, Evans Ganthier, Rebecca Koster, Gary Vintner, Mikhail Drachev, Chris Andrews, Dennis Tsoukanov, Sean Southland, Konstantin Simberg, Jason Massey, Brian King, Christina Benjamin, Sheila Keen, Debbie Warren, Michael Warren, Marlene Ahrens, Charles Albright, Travis Lewis, Martha McKay, Grant Amato, Cody Amato, Chad Amato, Margaret Amato, Robert Willy Pickton, Marty Dill, Heather Teague, Joe Ball, Jared Chance, Ashley Young, Theresa Knorr, Robert Knorr, William Knorr, Jason Vendrick Franklin, Stephanie Hebert, John Joubert, Danny Jo Eberle, Christopher Walden, Ricky Stetson, Anna Maria Cardona, Lazaro Figueroa, Charles Schmid, Jeremy Gipson, Jessica Thornsberry, Justina Morley, Domenic Coia, Nicholas Coia, Eddie Batzig, Jason Sweeney, Angela Stoltd, Jimmy Sheaffer, Vincent Tabak, Joanna Yeates, Edmund Arne Matthews, Lisa Ann Mather, Daniel Holdom, Karlie Pearce-Stevenson, Khandalyce Pearce-Stevenson, James Carson, Michael Bear, Suzan Bear, Susan Barnes Carson From the Publisher

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5 Things All Women Can Learn from Abigail in the Bible - Debbie McDaniel

5 Things All Women Can Learn from Abigail in the Bible – Debbie McDaniel

Often in life, it’s not the easiest of times, but the hardest that can bring out the best in people. Abigail’s life and Bible story are a powerful reflection of this very truth. Instead of wallowing in self-pity and defeat over her circumstance, she acted courageously and used great wisdom when faced with a threatening scenario. What can we learn from Abigail’s story from the Bible all these…

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Little Loomis

Part 5

Request: Yes or No

Last part felt like a filler, sorryyy

I think i’ll keep the arrows to indicate big timeskips

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“You sure he didn’t hurt you?” Sidney lifted her gaze from the table, glancing back at the office and shaking her head. Her hand rubbed her arm, the one she mentioned he had grabbed and left a forming bruise. While he might’ve been an innocent man, Cotton sure wasn’t acting like it. Sanders had been asking in, most likely to answer any questions about Cotton and you but you had kept your distance from him and he did the same. Along with the news about Cottons outburst on Sidney, Randy had been stabbed to death in Gales’ van. 

“It shouldn’t have been Randy. It should’ve been me.” She whispered, eyes red from her breakdown after hearing about his death. You wished you could say his death had gotten a similar reaction but you just felt numb. Billy, Stu, Tatum, and now Randy... People who treated you well, for the most part, were all dead. You felt someone gently touch your arm and looked up at Hallie. She gave your arm a small squeeze and offered a comforting smile.

“I should call his mother.”

“No, Sid, I already made the call.” Sidney licked her lips, features hardening. Her glossy eyes remained focused on the table, wrinkles forming between her brows when she furrowed them. 

“Are you okay?” 

“Stop treating me like glass, Dewey. I’m not gonna break.” Sidney responded, scrunching up her nose with a sniffle and toying with one of her rings. Hallie leaned forward, resting her hand on Sidneys��� back.

“It’s okay to break.” She said softly as she moved her hand up and down. Sidney pursed her lips and shook her head.

“Not gonna happen.” Sidney muttered, looking back at the office when Cotton raised his voice and fell into a rant about being innocent. She scoffed softly at his choice of words. The sheriff stepped out of his office with the other officers, speaking quietly with Dewey on the matter. Cotton walked out of the office with his hoodie in hand, signing a paper and exchanging some words with Gale before walking past the table. He leaned down beside Sidney, dropping a business card on the table.

“Fuck off, Cotton.” You scoffed at the man. His eyes narrowed but the sheriff didn’t let him utter a single word, pulling him towards the exit. You reached forward and took the card, silently ripping it in half and dropping it into a nearby trashcan. Dewey sat back down, clearing his throat.

“We’re taking you and (Y/N) somewhere safe, Sid.” 

“Yeah? Where’s that?” Sidney raised her brows and leaned back in her chair, staring at Dewey with a hopeless look in her eyes. 

“(Y/N) and I will be there with you.” Hallie assured her. The sheriff returned, nodding to Dewey and standing by the table.

“We’ll drop you off by the dorm so you can collect some things. We’ll be putting the college on lockdown tonight, nobody’s allowed in or out after dark. We’ll keep you safe.” 

You sat in the car while Sidney spoke to Derek and Hallie got in the car. She scooted close to you, subtly leaning against you. Sidney needed all her friends with her, but with Derek being considered a suspect and Mickey not being off the hook, Hallie was the only option remaining. The car shifted with Sidneys weight being added, door shutting. The car moved forward, driving away from the college and towards a location that had been undisclosed to you. 

“I hope there’ll be food wherever we’re going.” You muttered, watching the buildings pass by. Hallie chuckled at your words, tilting her head back and staring at the ceiling of the car. 

“I hope so too.” 

“Did you call your dad?” Sidney asked, turning away from the window to face you and Hallie. 

“Dewey made the call and explained everything. I spoke to him for a bit. If I weren’t nineteen, I’m sure he would forbade me from ever leaving the house again.” You smiled. The protectiveness had always been there but he had just shut down after your mother left, despite the reason being his fault. It was still surprising Billy hadn’t turned his anger on your father as well. Perhaps he couldn’t bring himself to do it and focused that anger on Sidneys’ dad. 

The car slowed into a stop at a red light. The car stopping made Hallie raise her head, taking a quick survey of the area before she leaned forward and tilted her head.

“So, where exactly are you taking us?” Hallie asked, glancing between the two officers. The one in the passenger seat looked back at Hallie with a smile.

“If we told you, we’d have to kill ya.”

“Don’t ask, don’t tell.” You noticed movement out of the corner of your eye, looking out the window and seeing a figure besides the hood.

“Guys-”

“Watch out!” Sidney screamed when the figure rose, revealing the mask. The killer broke the window and slit the officers’ throat while his partner stared in shock and horror. The car shook as the killer climbed over it, screams and cries leaving the girls. You attempted opening the door but the door stayed locked and closed. The remaining officer stumbled out of the car, reaching for Sidneys’ door but was kicked and then slammed against the door, blood splattering on the window. Hallie screamed and leaned back, falling onto your lap. 

“Open the door!” She cried, shifting and trying to open the door. You pulled Hallie back and turned, kicking at the door. You froze when the killer climbed into the front seats, shoving the dead officer out and stepping on the gas pedal. The car hit the officer but he clung onto the hood, shouting at the killer while the car swerved from side to side. The killer drove recklessly, scraping another car and hitting some cones. You were slung side to side with the cars movements, leaving you disoriented. Things began hitting the car and before you knew it, the car slammed into something, forcing you forward and banging your head against the metal keeping the front and back separated. 

“Fuck.” You whispered and touched your forehead, the blood beginning to trickle down from your injury. Blinking a few times, you brought your attention onto your surroundings and noticed the limp Ghostface, knocked out cold from the crash. 

“Is he dead?” Hallie whispered while holding her own head, leaning forward with Sidney. 

“I don’t think so.” Sidney replied just as quietly. “He’s still breathing.” 

“He’s certainly dead.” You muttered, staring at the impaled and crushed head of the officer. Hallie whimpered upon seeing the body, swallowing thickly. It took everything within you not to vomit, the image imprinting itself in your brain. 

“We need to get out.” You reminded them, trying the door again but it proved useless. The car had been designed to keep everyone in the back seat locked in. Smart but utterly dangerous when transporting innocents. You looked over the grate, seeing the pole that had impaled the officer had gone through the edge of the grate. 

“Sid.” You reached over, tugging on her jacket and motioning to the spot. She breathed a sigh of relief and reached over, pulling on it. It made loud popping sounds but the killer remained motionless. You helped pull back on it until the opening was wide enough for Sidney to fit through. She stuck her feet through first, carefully maneuvering through the space until she plopped down on the passenger seat, whimpering when she came face to face with the splattered brains of the officer. 

“Sid, focus.” She glanced back at you, swallowing and shifting to face the door. She pushed on the door but with the car being pressed up against a wall, it was useless. She faced the killer and began leaning over, staring into the black eyes of the mask. With shakey hands, she reached for the mask. You flinched upon the horn being pressed, holding your breath but it hadn’t woken the killer up. Sidney leaned over once more and tried opening the door to no avail. 

“The window.” Hallie whispered to her. Sidney swallowed and slowly crawled over the killer. She pulled herself out of the car and onto the road, hurrying to the door and tugging on it.

“Fuck, you’ll have to go through the window.” She leaned down to be at eye level with you and Hallie. Hallie immediately shook her head and pleaded with Sidney but Sidney shook her head, trying the door a few more times. 

“Come on, Hal. You’re brave. You can do this.”

“I am not brave.”

“Convince yourself you are.” You nudged her towards the grate, taking her trembling hand and giving it a squeeze. Hallie swallowed and put her feet through the space, slowly moving through like Sidney had. She grimaced at the corpse and shuddered, taking Sidneys hand and pulling herself through the window. You followed their movements, avoiding the sight of the corpse and instead moving towards the window. Hallie and Sidney grabbed your arms, helping you move through the window. You placed your feet on the window and pushed forward, both feet planting on the floor.

“Come on.” Hallie tugged on Sidneys arm and turned, making a run for it towards the sidewalk. You followed them, frowning when Sidney stopped. She shook her head, glancing between you and Hallie.

“I wanna know who it is.” Sidney said, looking back at the car.

“We don’t have time to go back, Sid. What if they wake up and hurt you?” 

“Listen to (Y/N), Sid. Stupid people go back, smart people make a run for it. We’re smart people-”

“I’m sick of running! I’m sick of letting them win until last minute. He’ll be gone when we get back, I have to.” Sidney pulled away from Hallie and ran back towards the car. You went after her, pulling on her arm.

“We have to, (Y/N).” Sidney freed herself from your grip and took slow steps towards the car. She peered into the window, her breathing getting quicker. 

“He’s gone.” Sidney called, facing you with wide eyes. Your brows furrowed, approaching the car and swallowing.

“Fuck.” You turned your head to look at Hallie, words catching in your throat when Ghostface appeared behind her, wrapping an arm around her neck and stabbing her repeatedly in the chest. Hallie slumped over in his arms, her body falling to the ground as blood dripped down her mouth. Your hand found Sidneys and you pulled her along, running down the street and away from the killer. After passing a few corners, you slowed down to catch your breath.

“How do we get back to the college? We’re safer in numbers.”

“I can lead the way.” Sidney breathed out, panting and rubbing her eyes before the tears could fall. She grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers with hers and picking up the pace again. You could feel your legs burn but the image of Hallies’ body appeared whenever you closed your eyes. The sound of music reached your ears and the college came into view.

“The theatre.” Sidney released your arm and ran towards the building with you hot on her heels. She pushed through the front doors, opening the doors to the actual theatre itself. Nobody in sight. 

“Hello?” Sidney called out, voice echoing and fusing with the music. You followed Sidney, looking for anyone, alive or dead. Sidney went up the steps to the stage and continuing to call out for people. The music stopped and the spotlight shone down on you and Sidney. 

“It was a trap.” You whispered and turned to face the spotlight, shielding your eyes from the bright light. Stage props begun moving, blocking any exits that didn’t lead to whoever was managing them. The spotlight moved towards a discarded jacket and then shut off. A prop shaped like a star fell down with someone tied to it, burns on their body and mask covering their face. Sidney ripped the mask off, eyes widening upon seeing Derek. She slapped him awake while you looked over the burns. Letters. Specifically the letters for Dereks’ fraternity.

“I’m so glad I’m not stupid enough to join one of these.” You muttered, reaching over and pulling at the ropes.

“Hallie’s dead, Derek. The killer is here!” 

“Where?”

“Right here.” You spun around, feeling every muscle in your body freeze at the sight of the killer. You swallowed, looking back at the rope and going back to tugging at it, the killer speaking until the voice changer turned off and a familiar voice hit your ears. You looked back at Ghostface, the mask being pulled back to reveal Mickey. He dropped the voice changer and ripped off the cloak.

“Since Derek here disappeared on my ass, I’ve been alone all fucking night.” Mickey spat, pulling the cloak off completely. Derek frantically shook his head.

“You know me better than that, Sid.”

“(Y/N) knew his brother pretty well and look where he is now.” Mickey grinned. Billy had always shown psychopathic tendencies and you knew he’d end up arrested eventually, but Stu had been a different story. The times he’d gone over and treated you better than Billy, even in passing made him a nice guy but he’d still gone on to kill others and even attack you. Sidney backed away from Derek, uncertainty written all over her face. You swallowed, letting your hands drop to your side. While there was a chance Derek was the killer, his frantic pleads seemed genuine but with Mickeys’ taunting voice joining in, it made everything more confusing. 

“This is some serious deja vu, huh?” Mickey chuckled, tapping the knife against his temple. 

“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Derek screamed and in a spilt second, Mickey pulled out a gun and shot him. Blood splattered on your face, the taste of metallic slipping into your mouth. Sidney apologized to Derek until he went limp. You moved around the star and stood beside Sidney when Mickey approached, pointing the gun at you and Sidney.

“You should really deal with your trust issues, Sid. I mean, look at poor Derek here. Completely innocent and such a nice boy too! Bright, funny, and handsome. He’s got a nice singing voice and he was gonna be a doctor. This was just the type of boy you’d take home to mom, if either of you had a mom.” 

“Fuck you!” Sidney spat at him only for Mickey to raise the gun again. 

“So vulgar!” He tsked, pointing the gun you and cocking a brow, the blood from his head injury trickling down his head. 

“You’re a sick fuck just like Billy.” Sidney sneered. 

“No, Billy was a sick fuck who didn’t want to be caught, Mickey is a sick fuck who wants to be caught. You see, I’ve got my whole defense planned out. I’m gonna blame the movies. Pretty good, huh? It hasn’t been done before. You see it’ll be the effects of cinema violence on society.” Mickey continued rambling about his defense and excuse, facing away for a moment but quickly pointing the gun at Sidney before she could take a step.

“I’ll be an innocent victim.”

“Your motive is the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard.” You told him, earning an eyeroll from Mickey. Sidney rubbed her neck while she listened to him start another ramble about people who wouldn’t understand. You noticed her necklace dangling from her fingers but you kept your focus on Mickey. He thrusted the gun in her face once more.

“You’re forgetting one thing about Billy Loomis.” Sidney said. Mickey pulled his arm back, brows furrowing as he glanced at you.

“What’s that?”

“I fucking killed him.” She swung the necklace at him, the K in it nicking Mickeys’ cheek and being a long enough distraction for Sidney to kick the gun away. You shoved Mickey away and turned, pushing Sidney forward only to fall forward at a burning sensation. A cry escaped your mouth, looking back at your leg and seeing a knife plunged into it. Mickey kicked you aside and went over Sidney, soft whimpers escaping you. You swallowed and forced yourself up, digging your teeth into your bottom lip and pulling the knife out. You waited until Mickey cornered Sidney, moving forward and stabbing the knife into his side. Mickey shoved you back, injured leg giving out on you. Sidney tried to pull you up, having you lean against her.

“Fuck, you little-” Mickey sucked in a breath when the prop Derek had been tied to pulled up, glancing at the control panel.

“Seems like our guest star has arrived.” Mickey seethed, glare focused on you entirely. You turned your head towards one of the prop walls when its door opened, Gale stepping through. She looked behind her as Debbie Salt entered, eyes wide and deranged. You recognized that look. The same one that had been directed at your father once upon a time. It finally clicked. Her eyes, her aura, her voice. The reason she seemed so familiar.

“Mom?” 

“My sweet boy.” She spoke softly, voice trailing down to your leg. She scowled and looked at Mickey, eyes narrowing. “I told you not to hurt him.” 

“He’ll live. I made sure not to stab him fatally.” Mickey replied bitterly. Gale took slow steps toward you and Sidney, brows raising at you. 

“Guess it runs in the family.” She muttered under her breath, glancing between your mother, Nancy, and Mickey. 

“Deb is paying for my tuition. We met on the internet.” 

“There’s only an estimated 97 serial killers active in the country today so Mickey here was quite a find.” Nancy said, approaching the you and the two women. “All he needed was a little nurturing.”

“Oh, just wait until the trial!” Mickey raved, breathing growing heavier. 

“Mickey... There won’t be a trial.” Nancy raised her gun and shot at Mickey. Sidney pulled you back to one side while Gale went to the other. She went towards Mickey, intending to grab his gun once he collapsed but he shot at Gale before she could get close.

“Mom!” The wall you had been trying to build for your emotions collapsed, tears falling down your face. A reunion you hadn’t expected nor desired. Gale collapsed off the stage and Mickey slumped over in his spot.

“Two birds, one stone.” Nancy shrugged, shifting her focus onto you and Sidney. Her smile turned into a deep frown, eyeing the grip Sidney had on you. 

“You look pale, sweetheart. Don’t worry. Mommy’s here and I’ll take care of everything, just like I should’ve back then. Take a seat, sweetheart. You, on the other hand, need to let go of my boy.” Seeing the same woman who had read you bedtime stories and made you your favorite breakfast wielding a gun and waving it around felt like a kick to the gut. Despite her threatening tone, Sidney kept her grip on you, taking steps back. Nancy kicked Mickeys’ body for good measure and picked up his gun.

“My motive isn’t as 90s as Mickeys.. Mine is good ole’ fashioned revenge. You kill my eldest son and then bewitch my baby. I’ll kill you for what you’ve done to my kids and then, we’ll be a family, (Y/N).” The way Nancy switched from deranged to soft spoken had to be jaw dropping. It was evident she saw nothing wrong with pointing a gun at two victims, one of which was her son. Sidney pushed on your stomach with her hand, facing you and nodding for you to lean against the wall. She faced your mother once more. 

“You won’t get away with this.” 

“Of course I will. Everything will point back to Mickey, including the cop gun. But let’s just suppose you had gotten a hold of the gun and there was a big shootout. (Y/N)s’ blood is all over this stage so they’ll presume he died during the scuffle when you shot at Mickey, but not before he got one shot at you.” As she spoke, Nancy took out a handkerchief and wiped clean one of the pistols before tossing it aside.

“Any questions or comments? Oh, who gives a fuck?” Sidney ran behind one of the pillars but Nancy quickly pointed the gun back at her. 

“There is no second killer cause Debbie Salt doesn’t exist!”

“You’re as crazy as Billy.” Nancy went rigid, head tilting ever so slowly to the side. “What did you say? I was a good mother-”

“Bullshit!” You snapped, watching your mother look at you with wide eyes. Your lips trembled as you shook your head, blinking away the tears that blurred your vision. 

“You fucking left us and never looked back. Not one call, not a single fucking text, nothing! You didn’t even look us in the eye when you got in that taxi. You ignored our pleas, our cries, our attempts. You didn’t even think about us when you left, you were thinking about yourself and your goddamn ego.” While you spoke, Sidney took quiet steps back until she grabbed a discarded glass bottle.

“Don’t you ever swear at your mother again, you hear me?!” Nancy screamed at you, voice cracking and eyes watering. “Sidneys’ bitch of a mother stole my husband and then she kills my boy. She’s brainwashed you, but don’t worry. I’ll show you the truth and you’ll thank me for it.” When Nancy turned to look at Sidney once more, she smashed the bottle over Nancys’ head and made a run for the prop door, shutting it behind her. With Mickey dead, only your mother remained and despite the fact she had lost her mind, she wouldn’t hurt you. 

Sidney began messing with props off stage, both to distract and injure Nancy. You pushed yourself forward and pulled the knife out of Mickey, hearing the screams of your mother combined with objects falling and Sidneys’ grunts. Everything fell silent and for a moment, you were alone on stage. That was until Sidney fell through some curtains with your mother in tow. You watched their struggle, hands trembling from both pain and distress. One of them would have to die. Staggering forward, you stabbed your mothers’ side, ignoring her cry of pain.

“I’m sorry.” 

“I’m sorry too.” She hissed, connecting the back of her hand to your cheek. The force added with your hurting leg made you stumble and trip over one of the props. Nancy turned her attention back onto Sidney, raising the knife but before she could stab her, there was a gunshot. Cotton got on stage, pointing the gun at the two. Nancy held a knife to Sidneys throat, facing down Cotton. 

“I’ve had a very, very bad day. I would like to know what the fuck is going on here.” Cotton glanced down at you, cocking a brow. “You look like shit.”

“Oh, really? I didn’t notice.” You muttered, heaving yourself up into a sitting position. “Meet Mrs. Loomis, my mother.”

“What?” Cotton took slow steps back, bumping into Mickeys’ body and glancing down at him. 

“Who’s this?”

“The other killer.” Sidney answered. Cotton didn’t seem all that bothered, moving away from Mickey and stepping over you. 

“Cotton, if you help us, you’ll not only be seen as an innocent man who was wronged.. You’ll be a hero. People will flock to your side and ask for your autograph. Think of all the media coverage and money. Cotton Weary... The man who saved innocents. You’ll basically be Americas golden boy. If you hurt Sidney, my mother will pin all the murders on you.” Your words seemed to have an effect on the man, his finger pushing the trigger and shooting your mother. You turned away, cursing softly under your breath. Your arm was roughly pulled and Cotton smoothed out your shirt. 

“Good as new.”

“Yeah, thanks.” You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, ignoring the way he cringed and limping forward. A hand grabbed Sidneys arm, the fog clearing away to reveal Gale. Sidney helped her onto the stage while you stared down at your mother. Sidney retrieved the second gun and leaned against you, handing the gun to Gale when she asked for it. 

“Is she dead?”

“Not sure.. They always come back, right?” As if on cue, Mickey rose up but got shot down by Sidney and Gale while Cotton ducked down behind you. The two women panted and exchanged looks before looking back down at Nancy. You reached for Sidneys’ gun, shooting the last bullet into her head. You moved down and sat beside her, pressing your lips into a smile.

“At least you’re with Billy now, mom.” You whispered, reaching forward and closing her eyes. You leaned down and gently kissed her cheek, sniffling softly.

“I’ll miss you, even after all this.”