By Ruth: I am beginning to feel there’s no God. If there is, does he love me, care for me and have something great for me in store while I faced the kind of unpleasant childhood I had? The maltreatment…

By Ruth: Deep Scar “ You bastered, you evil spoilt child, what were you doing with your dad?!” An angry Mrs. Daura Smith yelled at her fifteen year old child. “ He forced me” the young girl prattled. “ Shut…

By Ruth: Being An Eminent.   We all  have our different dreams. The insatiable desires to be known, loved and wanted. The sweetness that comes with power and wealth is really over whelming, it’s like being drunk in the sweetness…