From the I Phone Notes again. This time there must of been something in the news but as I read it I realized it’s still true today and I’m still full of wonders about my life and the bits and pieces I’ve noted over the years with no rhyme or reason, only passion and hidden truths.

The trouble with the news these days is I keep seeing myself in the invisible background.

The children in the background are always there.

They will be adults in pain hurting and afraid but often they are the invisible underlying stories and today don’t even know there are dozens of women in Memphis overwhelmed by what’s happening in the news,lamenting.

They just know the only life they had or have.

That was me.

I wonder who was praying for a nameless child in 1979 or in 1989, a decade later when I was still that little girl in the back ground of end time signs, but for me it was just the next move and “new to me” Memphis neighborhood.

My family hopped around and in new neighborhood schools is where my abuse was happening in plain sight, between after school and before breakfast, but no one could see me.

I was easy to look away from after even after the neighborhood church bus drove away every Sunday at drop off.