In My Words...

The following pieces contain language that may be offensive. Some of the pieces deal with sensitive matters, surviving 7 years of child sexual abuse and 16 years of mental and physical child abuse. I used to think being a survivor of childhood abuse gave me a purpose - but now that I have a daughter who was born with a life threatening CHD called Truncus Arteriosus, my purpose has become greater than me - my work has shifted slightly to include her. Enjoy!

Thursday, October 6, 2011

My boys.
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Lee Ann Walker
I discovered my voice several years ago through journal-style writing and poetry. While not always using proper English or grammar, I use blogging as a way to heal and write about sensitive issues. I will always tell it like it is and make no apologies for writing what I am thinking. I love to write creatively. While most of my work deals with non-fiction pieces, I also enjoy writing fictional short stories.
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