Corey, now twelve years old, and I, are the victims of domestic violence and the worst judicial and beauracratic criminal misconduct that I have ever been aware of and that remains, to this day, unresolved.

When he was three and a half years old, he was taken from my custody by the most vicious conspiracy such that I knew nothing about it until custody had initially changed hands. To this day, to the oblivian of those presumed to protect us, my son lives in fear and continues to be used and abused by his drug addicted, violent, and mentally ill alcoholic father who has, by the most criminal means possible, full sole custod of my son.  For single mothers, and especially those of domestic violence, there is no equal protection of the law unless you can afford the highly exuberant fees of a competant attorney, of which, most normal and hard working people can not afford such fees.

Still, nonetheless, Corey and I continue to struggle to keep smiling through the tears.  Each time we are together, I try to research all kind of different and educational places to take him where we go wild with our digital cameras to record the good times that we have together.  In this way, temporarily, we can forget for a moment the heinous crimes that have so overtly been intentionally committed against us for which those perpetrators have yet to be held accountable for their viciously criminal behaviors.  Whatever happens, our trips together keep us smiling through the tears.