Welcome To The April Issue of Women Empowerment Magazine3/18/2010 11:33:16 PM
Welcome to the first official issue of Women Empowerment Magazine.
My name is Lori Finnila and I'm a domestic violence survivor who is permanently brain injured due to violence. I created this magazine to help myself and other women heal, grow, voice themselves, inspire, aspire, and achieve their ultimate goals in life.
Please enjoy all the wonderful women I portray here as we share with you our voices and brightest capacities.
Looking To Be Seen by Lori Newman3/18/2010 11:07:13 PM
I am a survivor of things no one wants to talk about.
I am a statistic of too many numbers to count.
I am a fighter.
I am a believer that all things are possible.
I have hurt deeper than I thought possible.
I have looked up at the world,
I have stood next to the sun, and I have cried tears like rain.
I have hidden from life, I have asked "why" more times than I care to admit.
I have spoken my truths and fought for my beliefs.
I have lost but in losing I have won.
I am human; I am imperfect and I am as weak as I am strong.
I am no longer silent, I am no longer hiding.
I am looking for what everyone is looking for…to be seen.
Author of Looking To Be Seen and Here All Along at Amazon
Author Page
http://www.whenwelisten.com
I WALK WITH GOD3/18/2010 9:45:00 PM
Please forgive me for what I am about to write, I am responsible for so much pain, my ex husband and I caused to our son's.
My son were victims of Domestic Violence and it was wrong. No justification will erase any pain or damage which was caused.
For the past eleven years, I have expressed to my son's time and time again it was wrong. No excuse, it was wrong, I was wrong.
I will take full responsibility because as there mother I did not protect them as I should have. I have been reminded of the hurt my ex and I have caused our son's.
I have prayed to our God, for forgiveness, over and over, I pray for him to help me to help others and I prayed for my son's to forgive me.
My love for my children is unconditional, I hang my head low because of my love for them, I continued through the cycle of abuse.
For those who are with out sin, cast the first stone. I am with sin and I am deeply sorry for all the pain you have endured my son's.
To my daughter, I gave you my life, I love you and my grandchildren so deeply, and I ignored the abuse which continued in our home.
I will never disown you and your brothers you are my blood and my love I must stop the cycle, I must be held responsible for the cycle of abuse.
I walk with God, when my time comes, I walk with God. I will not take you with me I will wait when God decides for me to walk with him.
So, to my children, I love you more then you will ever know and I pray one day, we will come together again as a family.
To my past abuser, no matter what damage which has been caused, it is my memory and my choice to tell my story. Our children have nothing to do with this.
I wish you all the blessing in the world but...Please do not try to prevent me from helping others.
Madeline, was judge and almost stoned until, Jesus stopped them from stoning her.
So, to all my friends and supporters, please forgive me. I was wrong.
God bless all of you.
Written by Rosa Torres-Sadler
http://sad49-iwalkwithgod.blogspot.com
http://www.facebook.com/torressadler
Child Sexual Assault Awareness and Prevention by Renee Cooper3/16/2010 11:02:00 PM
Expect sexual predators to be after your children. They are.
Please expect sexual predators to be after your children. They are. The average girl is crossed CLOSELY by about 100 sexual predators before she reaches adulthood. And a boy, 10 maybe 20. So the ugly truth is, parents should expect sexual predators to be after their children. They are. Pretending abusers are not around, does not make your child safe. It makes your child vulnerable. Too vulnerable.
Abusers are waiting for you NOT to expect or suspect them. They are waiting for an opportunity when your back is turned. They come in all shapes, sizes and ages. Mine was a 15 year old boy next door. A predator only needs one opportunity, one. One violation can damage a child’s life. Expect sexual predators to be after your kids. Put in the block in their way. Be prepared and proactive instead of reactive.
Over a third of our children are sexually abused by someone they know. Someone close to the family or even in the family. Err on the side of safety. Children do not make up stories about sexual abuse. If they tell you that something happened, believe them and investigate. If you sense something is wrong, don’t dismiss it. Act on it. Know the major tells. Don’t ignore your good instincts and leave your child vulnerable. Don’t believe no-one will hurt them, unfortunately some people will. Eliminate the opportunities, please.
I hope this makes sense? It makes sense to me. As a child, I needed a block. I needed my parents and my family to know that sexual predators would be after me. I needed them to help me. As an adult, I am trying to give children the help I needed. My goal is that fewer children will be facing sexual predators alone if at-all. Let’s help the kids by admitting and resolving the problems today. Ok?
Thank you again for letting me share.
Renee Cooper
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Finding Your Voice by Jen Knox3/14/2010 10:21:00 PM
Storytelling as a Form of Self-Expression
Every woman has a story, but her ability to present that story to the world might be more important than she knows. Let me make this clear, I’m not saying everyone should write a memoir. On the contrary, there are a myriad of ways that a woman can tell her story: through work, artistic expression, personal interaction, physical expression, and perhaps most importantly, she can present her story in the way she communicates in day-to-day life.
When I published a memoir about my teenage years and early-twenties, I bared it all. And I mean everything—I recounted my life after running away from home at age fifteen, the few years I spent as an exotic dancer, the tumultuous time I had re-establishing ties with my family members, and ultimately how I reconciled who and what I was (in other words, how I got my shit together). Writing the story was a powerful and cathartic experience in of itself, but ironically it wasn’t until after publication that I learned to truly own my story. I began to get mail and email that offered me diagnoses for my previous behavior. Men and women alike sent me responses to my writing that speculated about who (they thought) I really was; one woman, a teacher of mine, told me that I wasn’t mad enough at my parents. Another reader praised my strength and resilience, thanking me for telling not only my story, but hers. Yet another reader told me that I was obviously manic, and I should seek treatment.
In other words, I got a lot of varied responses to my work, my story, and although some were extreme, what I realized was that all were just opinions. At first, some of them hurt. Then, after a while, I learned that everyone will add his or her own experience to their interpretation of who I am and what my motivations are. As a woman who always used to worry about what people thought of me, I found it freeing that when I found out that what others thought, what they really thought, didn’t matter nearly as much as who I was to me. And this is the kind of lesson a person only need learn once.
Jen Knox is the author of Musical Chairs (ATTM Press available at Amazon). Her personal essays and short stories have been widely published, and she is currently working on a novel entitled Absurd Hunger.
http://www.jenknox.com/
Book Trailer Musical Chairs
Natalie McCann
Poet
My dreams, they keep haunting my head while I lay,
the images stabbing my heart holding love at bay.
Never for a moment have I really been free,
from the hatred and cruelty life has dealt me.
I try to escape with nowhere to go,
except inside myself where no one will know.
By Natalie McCann
Sit silently in the moment and you will feel the gentle breeze of the wings.
A tickle on your ear are the secrets of the past reminding you of who you are,
hoping that you will follow the path that is chosen and unobstructed,
making ways through good and bad, through lonely darkness trying to avoid pain and emptiness.
For on this journey travel slowly, reminisce in the moment and enjoy the beauty therein,
which is easily overlooked when not wanting to search for the goodness but the darkness.
They are both availing themselves although your choices shall defeat the darkness, shedding light on the glory.
By Natalie McCann
Over the rainbows and under the sun,
my spirit can soar, my heart can run.
I'm free as a bird although without wings,
My mind is no longer caged and can sing.
For wherever I am, I look to the sky,
and escape in the clouds without a tear in my eye.
For wherever I yearn for, that's where I'll be,
By Natalie McCann
Trudy Kells
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