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DO WE HATE OUR WOMEN? (Part 3)

I really did not think we would be doing a third installation of this series but the events of this week have necessitated it. I recently joined twitter and this week I regretted that decision. It’s actually one of the first sites I look at in the morning and on…

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WHY DIDN’T SHE LEAVE?

We often ask this question when we hear stories of gender based violence; to be more specific domestic violence. If we are to be honest though, it’s usually a question to blame the victim for staying in an abusive relationship. We ask not because we care but because we want…

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WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT? (2)

Girl was now crying as he pounded down on her. For a minute everything went silent and Boy stepped away from her. He stood there and looked at her and she could see the realization of what he had just done settle on his face. As he stood there, she…

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WHAT’S LOVE GOT TO DO WITH IT?

The story starts out as most stories do: boy meets girl, boy likes girl, girl likes boy back then boy asks girl out. Girl says yes because he seems so smart from the way he talks and she can just feel that he is special and different; oh and he…

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Information is Power!

The past two weeks I have shared two different but essentially similar stories about unintended early pregnancies. The stories played out differently but they both started the same; young, pregnant and with a future that was well thought out and planned seeming uncertain and maybe even unattainable. I know you…

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Powdered Kegs and Hard Places (2)

This was a difficult topic for me to bring up because it was a highly personal story and I did a whole lot of procrastinating before I finally asked Ashley to tell it to me so that I could tell it to you guys. Thankfully she agreed and this is…

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Powdered Kegs and Hard Places.

“I decided to take the test. There were two lines, I couldn’t breathe. I sat there for 15 minutes just thinking about everything,” said Regina as she recounted the day she found out she was pregnant. “My period was three days late and I remember joking about it with my…

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