Back again. "Writer's write--that's what they do."

I feel compelled to renew attention  to my blog. I have recently discovered that there are people posting elsewhere on the Internet who are in profound, deep-seated pain due to internal conflicts with the content of the three books I wrote.  At this point there is nothing I can do for them, but it's so sad that they have such anger and hatred in their hearts, brought about by arguments over details of incidents that are now nearly seventy years old.   The most troublesome part is that they, in their own minds, exaggerate, amplify, and outright fabricate supposed offenses that, if true (which they are not), would send them or any rational person over the brink.  Why do they want to torment themselves that way?  Because of my telling their story, the world at large (thousands of book buyers) have expressed immense empathy and admiration for them, as little girls and as grown women.  In this case, the truth is bad enough. Why the need to embellish it. It seems to be a desperate attempt to beg the world to believe their story.  My response would be, "Enough already! Everybody believes you. Hatred and rancor are only weakening your credibility."   I wish I could hold them on my lap and tell them "You're okay! Better than okay! You're wonderful."  Maybe someday. God grant them peace.

A lot has occurred since I last posted.  My sweet, four-foot-ten  mother-in-law died and my youngest son has fought cancer and (so far) has won. I will post more (especially about my new projects) when I'm not so sad.