I have to admit that sometimes I get really angry over some of the comments that are sent in that, on the surface, seem to want to offer me encouragement but, in fact, are supportive of either the man who raped and beat me or others like him. They are most likely sent by well-meaning people who… Continue reading Assuaging their own grief…
There has been a flurry of emails in the past couple of weeks from some of my classmates at Notre Dame. My blog was discovered by a friend from NDHS class of '78 and she has been spreading the word. I alluded to her email a few posts ago. She thought that she may have been… Continue reading NDHS Class of ’78
Four. That is the number of victims of Father Robert Gibson to which the Diocese of Scranton has stipulated. Four. I don't get it. I cannot believe that the Diocese of Scranton continues to stubbornly stick to that number. I have corresponded with survivors, family members of survivors, classmates of survivors, as well as friends. I have spoken to… Continue reading Only Four, I Think Not…
At some point it stops being about God, doesn’t it?
Thirty-five years later and I still have moments of terror. He had shown up in my life while I was in college and caused me to panic, the flight instinct kicking in and sending me into a spiral. He was always there in the back of my head and in the forefront of my… Continue reading Fear and Doubt
I have been corresponding with the Bishop of Scranton. The exchange has been frustrating, infuriating and absolutely exhausting. I firmly believe that words are important, that words have meaning. If you have read anything I have written in the previous 39 posts I have put in this blog, it should be of no surprise to… Continue reading Correspondence with the Bishop
Reasons of Health? Is that what they call it at the Chancery when a priest has been accused of and admitted to molesting and raping children?