In the last few days of March 2001 you came to stay with me as we buried our favorite uncle; you brought your daughter and your man.  Your daughter was just as I imagined, precious and beautiful, a reflection of you.  This man you brought in to my home was “different”, he seemed to be a man of many requests (iron my shirt, get my drink or plate, etc…), but I thought nothing of it at the time.  We stayed up all night talking and reminiscing about our hectic past, I mean we talked about everything; the good and the … Continue reading Giving Domestic Violence a Face