It is my deepest hope that you consider how children have been given the message that they need to speak with a trusted adult whenever they have been inappropriately touched by another or impacted by other classifications of child abuse. In fact, our powerlessness as adults to ensure the safety of our children have put the responsibility for address squarely on the shoulders of the victim…the powerless.

As a retired therapist, I find myself recalling how victims of domestic violence and sexual assault would speak, with tears in their eyes, of the need to remain silent as a way of protecting their families. It is incongruent…an injured soul seeking to protect another’s soul.

And, as evident today, when a victim does speak, she faces such scrutiny that serves to message to those who remain silent that to speak is to add to the negation that already tears into their being. Shamed by the initial act and then shamed again through outsiders with their own agenda.

Look to your children…imagine them being silent to protect you. Listen to your public words…imagine them being said to your children, the young ones who will suffer in silence to shield you from harm.

There is a profound moment…just a second or so before the sun’s light peeks above the horizon…when it feels as if a stilled hush has silenced all of nature.  And then, a bird’s singsong welcoming a new day and the distant sound of the coffee maker, releases me once again from the imprisonment of a sleepless night.



It’s Not The Same

The demonstrators who…filled the streets…

the suicide core of the…who attacked…

And the students who charged against the riot staves of police…

They weren’t the same people.

what happened to all those people after that?

Nothing is ever quite the same

each time is different from every other

the heart of each person is disconnected.

But if there is one thing

that is the same,

it is that neither the newspapers nor television

ever reported on those young men after that.


the enemy in the world today

is not the United States,

is not the Soviet Union

but, bridged between you and me


words of silence.

                                   ~Fukunaka Tomoko*

its not the same



The Burning Heart

K Rexroth & I Atsumi