Blog entry #18 by Jo Rodriguez One of the difficult things to do as a survivor of domestic violence is to come face to face with the time that comes for parole review of their abuser. In my mind, when..
Blog entry #17 By Jo Rodriguez I came across this article recently and it really hit home in every way and I am sharing it with you here on my blog below. The hardest part of being a survivor and..
Blog entry #16 By Jo Rodriguez Accepting that I am a survivor of domestic violence was a huge step. Accepting everything that comes with it is an even bigger step. Embracing that I will always have a voice to speak..
Blog post #15 By Jo Rodriguez I captured this photo as I left my home state of Texas and I think it captures what was in my mind so perfectly at that moment. A great deal of thought and conversations..
Blog post #14 by Jo Rodriguez I wear many hats or wear many crowns, so to speak and today I wanted to share an experience that happened just before Thanksgiving. My husband and I had been members with Riders United..
Blog post #13 By Jo Rodriguez A rapist is a rapist. A pedophile is a pedophile. A monster is a monster. Lets not sugar coat it. The questions that kept coming to mind after my kidnapping and sexual assault was..
Blog entry #12 By Jo Rodriguez Life is full of messages and beautiful moments that find a way to put a smile on your face sometimes when we least expect it but need it the most. Yesterday I started to..
Blog entry #11 By Jo Rodriguez For those of you that have read my book, you know how deeply personal this subject is for me. In hindsight, all the signs were there and I missed them...I MISSED THEM...I missed them...
Blog entry #10 By Jo Rodriguez I had recently returned back from work after the assault and I could feel my heart start to race, my body started to tingle, tears were streaming down my cheeks, there was ringing in..
Blog post #9 By Jo Rodriguez With tears streaming down my cheeks and some jittery nerves, I mustered up the strength to push the publish button and give the world a little part of me. I had mixed emotions of..