I apologize, but I just might explode

Okay, I've been a little crabby lately. My new anti-seizure med, keppra, is known for making people irritable and depressed. It took awhile for this side effect to make itself felt. I think as long as things were sailing along in life, it was cool. What I have found to be true about depression, though,... Continue Reading →

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What about Michaela?

In just a few months now, it will be the 30th anniversary of Michaela's kidnapping. Two months after that, it will be Michaela's 40th birthday. I am still kind of lost as to what to do about this. The normal, regular thing, tying yellow ribbons on the tree at the market? I don't know. I... Continue Reading →

Happy Birthday Michaela

I was watching Call the Midwife the other day, and one of the characters said, "The future is hidden from the young. That is perhaps their blessing, and their curse." My mind went immediately to one of the images that always comes up for me, just caring for Michaela as a young child, playing with her... Continue Reading →

Dream about Michaela

I do not ever dream about Michaela. But last night I had a dream that touched me deeply. It was odd, and Michaela was both herself and not herself, and the circumstances were different and odd, but it filled my heart. In the dream, I was running around town and I got a call from... Continue Reading →

Dear Michaela

Dear Michaela, I was thinking about this blog this morning, and my letters to you, and why I do it. I have gotten to the point where I bristle when people want to talk about your case. It literally sends bad feelings up my spine. No surprise, I guess. It will be thirty years this year... Continue Reading →

Status of the Investigation

I'm happy to say that there continue to be new people learning about Michaela's story on a regular basis, or people who have not been reading my blogs for a long time anyway. One of the things these people are always concerned about is getting people to come forward with information. This is a logical... Continue Reading →

November 20th

I watched the day dawn on November 20th, 29 years ago. I had spent the night pacing. I had spent it kneeling in front of my couch, praying, begging. I had spent it standing in my front door, gazing down the street in the direction I had seen Michaela disappear the day before, straining to... Continue Reading →

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