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I have recently wondered why certain people take jobs that require public service if they don’t actually want to help people.  Is it just to say they are serving the public?  Do they expect a gold star?  Well folks, this is not third grade and I am no longer a teacher.  I am out of…

I grew up believing that if I ever needed help, and needed to be protected in an emergency, I could call the police.  I have learned in the past two years that this is not always the case.  In fact, on 17 July 2011, Detective Bradford J. Cavender (Badge number 1683) with the Prince William…

I am angry.  A few days ago I wrote a letter to Judge Algeo from the Montgomery County, MD courts reminding him of my son Prince.  The child he trusted in the care of a disordered man.  Today, I have thought a lot about the woman who represented my ex.  Her name is Prudence Upton.…

Dear Judge Algeo, You may not remember me,  but I will remember you for the rest of my life.  I am Prince’s mother.  The Prince who died on October 20, 2012.  The Prince who died on just his fourth court ordered unsupervised visit with his father.   In case you still don’t remember me, I…

When I first told people about Prince’s death, many people were speechless. For the last few weeks, I have felt as if I am managing other people’s grief in addition to my own.  If I can survive the murder of my son, I think I might just be that strong woman so many people have…

Tonight as I drove through my neighborhood,  I saw toddlers all dressed up with their parents walking around excited and playful.  I had forgotten it was Halloween.  Prince was supposed to be a monkey.  The costume is still hanging in the closet.  He will never wear it, nor will he wear any other Halloween costume.…

A week ago today, I was sitting in the hospital having just learned that my baby boy was about to pass away.  Seeing him hooked to all those tubes and watching his body slowly die was by far the most traumatic thing I have ever seen in my entire life.  We buried him a few…

Baby Boy’s name is Prince.  We had Prince’s funeral tonight.  I still feel very numb.  I wasn’t sure how I would feel about seeing him in the casket, but I am very glad I made the decision to do so.  I went in alone at first.  I read him his favorite book, “Oh Baby, Go…

I know that people mean well when they ask me if I am ok, but I also know that when they ask that they don’t really want the real answer.  It used to slightly annoy me when I would walk through the halls at work and people would ask how I was doing and expected…