Sunday, September 18, 2011


I keep reading and rereading the story on Yahoo about the truck driver who murdered several women, including one in my former area.  I believe with all my heart that he is Elise's murderer.   He was incarcerated in 2007.  Elise was murdered in 2006 and the other woman was murdered in early 2007.  His method of killing also involved strangling and beating.  One woman had her skull crushed in which matches one of my visions.

I think he did it.  I really do.  I just feel it in my bones.  This story has been haunting me since yesterday.  The only thing I can't figure out is if he did it, he would have been in jail when the bodies where discovered.  That one I can't figure out.  As you can imagine, I will be following this story with much dread and anticipation.

Saturday, September 10, 2011


Ten years seems to have gone by in a heartbeat.  In ten years I have had a child, moved twice, survived a death-defying car accident, opened and closed my own business, put the world's most faithful and loving dog to sleep and had a best friend die in childbirth.  I have had a rough ten years.  But at least I have had those ten years.  2,977 people have not.  That does not include the number of miltary deaths that can be attributed to the "war on terror."  That's just the number of people who ceased to exist in one brief moment.

I wanted to write something profound and moving in honor of this day.  But the truth of the matter is, I can't.  There is so much being said about this day and so much being presented on tv and radio that it is overwhelming and in some way, at least to me, lessens the true meaning of this day.  To me this day is about taking stock of how much life has changed in 10 years.  I look at my daughter who was born in November of 2001 and I see how much it has changed.  She has never lived in a world without color-coded terror threat levels.  When we fly she automatically takes off her shoes as we reach the scanning area because she has never known anything else.  Words like "extremist" and "Osama" have been a part of her lexicon since entering school. 

When I was 9 going on 10 I was staying by myself at home.  I was walking myself to school.  I was young and naive and didn't know there were people who hated Americans and I certainly didn't know what a "dirty bomb" was.  I was in 5th grade learning "Deep in the Heart of Texas" in chorus and playing Bombardment in gym.  My daughter is learning about the Twin Towers and the Pentagon in school and has friends whose fathers are in Afghanistan right now.  My daughter lives in a world where I can not protect her from everything and things are just so much scarier.. 

So I think I will just end this post here.  I remember exactly where I was and what I was doing the moment I first heard what had happened on 9-11-2001.  But I shared that on my blog 2 years ago and this year is not about where I was.  This year is about 2,977 who can't share their stories.  Instead of sharing my story again, consider this my moment of silence.  Consider their stories, or lack thereof....