Today, I am thinking of my late sister, Cristi Curtis. She was shot to death by her estranged boyfriend on July 19, 2007. Many things have changed since, as time ever goes on; but missing her has not. I dreamt about her for the first time in maybe a year at the beginning of this week. She was mostly just there, unlike some of the interactive dreams I had when she just passed. So, today’s blog is simply a reminder that I’m still thinking about you Cristi, you are still missed and loved by all those left behind, and my awareness to domestic violence quadrupled since your passing. Moreover, I am still thinking of ways I can support and educate others on domestic violence issues. Here’s to the hope of seeing you again.
Journey Home: Reflections from 10,000 Feet
As I sit on the plane, surrounded by the hum of the engine and the chill of the window, I can’t help but notice the pers…


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