Introduction

Hello to everyone who stumbles onto this little page of the Internet. As I indicated in my blog blurb, I am interested in true crime stories, which often turn out to be stories about murder. I used to read books (both nonfiction and novels) and newspaper articles about such things but with the advent of the internet age and all the change that brought on, I've largely switched to listening to podcasts about true crime (alongside most of the world, apparently). I am a mother as well as other things that I do and am. Especially when the victims are children, but even when they are adults, I tend to mourn them as I would mourn the deaths of my children. I find that this truly weighs on my heart as I'm listening to the details of the demises of various people. I've been pondering what I could possibly do to ameliorate a tiny part of the utter indignity that is a part of being a victim of crime. I'd like for the tales of the victims to possibly shine a bit so we can see who these people were before they were lost. So I thought about writing about it. If no one else sees any of this, at least I can feel like I've done a little to shine light onto the life of a victim who is so often a footnote in the laundry list of crimes committed by a particular offender. And maybe my heart won't hurt so very much. Of course, I come with my own biases which will probably be reflected in my choice of the people I cover here. For that I apologize in advance. There are some that just touch my heart so deeply that I feel compelled to talk about them, to say their names. If there is something I have written that is incorrect, please do me a solid and let me know.