ChristmasThe Most Powerful Time of the YearBy
December 24th, 2012
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My childhood was an odd mixture of abuse, neglect, strife, and traditional family values. We weren’t a traditional family. When I was three, my mother married my stepfather. We were certainly not the only blended family around, but it was not so common as it is now.
My stepfather was not a warm man, at least not towards me. His children were even less warm towards me. I suffered much abuse in that family. I was the outsider. That was a natural outgrowth of the sexism of the time.