The Rapist Was Culpable But My Birthdaughter Was Innocent, by Jerusha Klayman-Kingery

I grew up in a Christian home. My relationship with my father was rather difficult and ultimately,  unloving. I thought I could fill the void with the things of this world, seeking acceptance, attention, and affection from men, drinking and partying. For years this was my cover-up, yet I was still empty. It wasn’t until the […]

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