It Only Grows Stronger
One of my favorite things to do as a kid was to sleep out. We had an old Army pup-tent that my grandfather gave us – it was musty and stinky, hot, and did little to keep us dry. But we loved sleeping out on hot Summer nights in SE Portland. When we were older, we built awesome tree forts – and when we had no trees, we put posts in the ground and “acquired” lumber from nearby building sites.
My camping career morphed into a great love of the outdoors. During my college years in Walla Walla, I and a friend would load up our K-Mart backpacks with canned goods, a cast iron skillet, and some other stuff and head off into the Wallowa Mountains for the weekend. After many a wet night enduring insufficient gear, I finally acheived my dream of having good gear.
The last time I used my three-season tent was when The Wife was pregnant with our now three-and-a-half-year-old Darling Daughter. Now when we camp, we use the three-room Coleman that is big enough to park my 4Runner in. Except, who has time to camp? We haven’t used that tent since my DD was about six-months old.
So, now we’re in Oregon and Daddy isn’t working 80 hours a week anymore. All Summer long I’ve been dreaming of camping, but you know how schedules go. I’ve been promising DD that we’d set up the tent and sleep out in the backyard. But she hasn’t camped since she was just a few months old, so she has trouble putting Daddy’s words into context.
We were supposed to camp at Lake Merwin two weekends ago with a bunch of friends. Smiling son was running a 103 degree temperature at night though. Then there was the anticipation of rain. So, instead of camping, we commuted. Bummer.
So Daddy promised DD, and invited The Wife and SS (they declined), to camp out in the backyard a couple of nights ago. DD and I set up the tent. In the process she learned about smashed fingers and hammers – but moved right on to the next stake.
I made a big deal out of her loading up her backpack with bedtime stories, warmer pajamas, and a flashlight. I got out the lantern and she spread out her new sleeping bag with great earnestness. We were ready. But when it came right down to it, DD didn’t want to sleep in that new warm sleeping bag, she wanted to cuddle with Daddy – how could I say no?
About 3:30 am, DD woke up cold and scared. “What are you scared of,” I asked.
“Nothing. I’m just scared.” She answered. “I want to go sleep with Mommy.”
So, I scooped her up and tromped barefooted across the moist grass and took her to Mommy’s warm bed. Mommy was not surprised.
Last night, my Darling Daughter awoke from a dream crying. I scooped her up and we cuddled in the recliner and she fell right back to sleep, but when I started to get up and take her back to bed, she began digging at my t-shirt. She was on a mission! As she came out of her stupor, she began saying, “Where is it? Where is it?”
I finally figured out that she was looking for one of the caterpillars she’d caught earlier in the day.
There is nothing better, in all the world, than holding my kids. People tell me to enjoy it while I can, for soon they will grow up and be gone. One man told me he made a mistake when his kids were young – he blinked. Next thing he knew he was walking them down the aisle.
I’ve been asking people whose kids are grown if they ever think about their kids the way I do about mine. I ask them if they are still crazy about their kids. The unanimous answer is this: It only grows stronger.
If that’s true, then I have nothing else to do, but love my kids. Everything else can wait.
Sex Abuse is too Prevalent to Ignore
My brain is so full of images, ideas, and thoughts. I just have to sit down and write. I’m attending a madatory inservice/retreat at a conference center on the Oregon Coast. Today’s presentations were by Cory Jewell Jensen, the co-director of the Center for Behavioral Intervention, a sex-offender’s specialty clinic in Beaverton. A friend of mine attended one of her presentations last Summer and couldn’t say enough good things about the material and the format. Today, I learned first hand how right my friend was!
Did you know that one out of every 108 men in Oregon is a registered sex offender? Neither did I. Did you know that between 20 and 30% of the population is a victim of sexual abuse? I’d never heard it put in that framework, but it registers with the numbers I’ve heard before.
I’ve been exposed to this material before, but not with the depth and breadth I heard today. My past exposure was regarding protecting the children, installing windows, learning proper boundaries, avoiding liability, etc. But today, we saw into the minds of convicted offenders. We watched video-taped interviews, read predatory letters these men had written, and heard first-hand, from a lady with 30 years of experience, working with offenders. This seminar dealt with the real issues – beyond corporate liability.
as one who has seen a lot of unnecessary pain in the world
As a Dad, as one who has seen a lot of unnecessary pain in the world, as one who is involved in trying to improve the lives of those around me, I have this overwhelming feeling that the information I learned today is vital and needs a wider audience. Without an ounce of pride, I believe what I am about to share with you is some of the most important stuff I’ve ever written.
The defining moment today, came when our presenter showed a video clip that had been aired on Oprah a few years ago. A quiet man had been having sex with his daughters for years. The oldest left home at age 21 and escaped the abuse. After a short time, she decided to reveal her secret to her younger sister. When the younger sister admitted to the incest she was enduring, the oldest let go of her shame and replaced it with a protective anger.
After the feces hit the rotational air mover, the father spent some time in prison and some more time in therapy. The clip showed the oldest daughter confronting her father, after he had completed a mere three years of therapy. He talked about his daughter and how she was the first person to ever really love him. He talked about his total love for her and how he “never meant to hurt her.”
As I watched this video, my eyes welled up with tears
The girl talked about the father’s betrayal and the incredible scars. She was quite measured in her responses, but also quite flat in her affect. She talked about how her father had isolated her from others and how she learned to seek solace in him. Unfortunately, the father was trying to play the role of the victim, and he was only seeking to apologize so that he could appease. He was still playing the role of the perpatrator. He was still seeking to victimize his daughter.
As I watched this video, my eyes welled up with tears. They were showing video clips of this beautiful young woman, from when she was very young, through puberty, and into her teen years. I couldn’t help but see the pain and loss of innocence.
The majority of sex offenders are known by their prey. They are people of trust and responsibility. By the time they are caught, they have generally abused several others, sometimes dozens, if not hundreds. They are often so adept at gaining trust, lying, and manipulating situations, that they have often talked their way out of situations in the past.
The truly amazing thing is that many of these offenders have confessed their previous crimes to people, but have stated they have been cured (there is no cure for this kind of cancer), then, because of their great salesmanship, people allow them into their lives and entrust their children to these men. One video we watched, the man talked with disdain about the stupidity of people – and how gullible they are.
boys are easier to abuse than girls
Too often, these situations are mishandled by pastors, teachers, parents, and other people of trust. Seeking to find the truth, they go to the offender and attempt to reconcile the situation. Amazingly, some of these offenders believe in their hearts that they are doing the children a favor. One man, talked about how the boy was enjoying it and was living out his own rebellion through this sexual encounter. He was speaking about a five year old boy.
We were told that these perpatrators have found that boys are easier to abuse than girls. To them, it’s all the same. The grooming process is calculated, patient, and quite successful. Often, in group therapy, they will learn from one another, tricks and tips.
There are over 100,000 child porn websites and over half of them are based in the US. It was once thought there was no direct link between pornography and sex abuse. That has since been disproved and we now know that most of those viewing child porn, are abusers.
While the majority of offenders are men, the women who are caught, and are prosecuted, tend to be the worst of the worst. The female offenders are more violent than men, and are often involved in forcing groups of children to perform and act-out on one another.
many of those techniques are flawed
Our instructor talked about how published lists of neighborhood sex offenders can actually do more harm than good, as it may lull us into a sense of safety that we’ve instructed our children who to avoid. However, it is usually someone already in the family circle, a coach, a teacher, a neighbor, who is preying on our children.
We were told stories of predators who case schools and watch how children are picked up at school. The kids whose parents simply drive up, still talking on their phones, and hardly give the kid any acknowledgement, are the ones they target. The kids whose parents get out of the car, greet their kids with a big hug, and show a lot of attention – they don’t tend to target those kids. It’s all about picking the easy targets.
When my daughter was born, my awareness went up in this arena. But, as I learned today, it is actually my son who is more at risk. We’ve begun having frank conversations with our Darling Daughter, and she is well versed in the correct anatomical names of all her body parts. Recently we’ve been discussing some techniques to reduce our kids’ risk of abuse. Today we learned that many of those techniques are flawed. Here are some of the methods you’ve probably heard of:
- Stranger Danger. Inneffective, because most offenders are not strangers to your children.
- Good touch, Bad Touch. There are two reasons this is bad. First, it teaches kids (soon to be adults) that sexual touching is bad. Think about the long-term implications of that one. Second, the predators, use good touch, as they build trust and desensitize these kids for increased boundary crossing.
- No. Go. Tell. Doesn’t take into account the MO of molestors and assumes that children will want to flee, especially when it seems pleasureable. Indeed, this may even set kids up to feel guilt and shame and avoid “telling” afterwards, for fear of getting in trouble.
One very important point Ms. Jensen made towards the end of her presentations tonight, really caught my attention. She said that some of the best prevention is parent education. Seminars like the one she was giving us, helps give parents the tools to better protect their kids. Indeed, one very real dynamic, is that abusers steer clear of groups that participate in this sort of education.
we, as a society, are raising these sex offenders
What amazed me however was her explanation about where abusers come from. She said that “we” – society – are raising offenders. They aren’t coming in from foreign countries. They are rising up right under our noses. The better prepared we are, the more educated we are, the more we’ll be able to deal with these situations early.
Kids that are abused at a young age, if treated correctly, have a better opportunity to recover from the trauma and shame of that abuse. More to the point, they are less likely to go on to be abusers themselves.
Additionally, offenders who are identified early, most begin in their teens, are more likely to get into a program that can help them successfully manage their abarent nature. As it stands now, most people want to look the other way, they don’t want to believe their “friend,” their father, their coach, or their pastor is a child molester. So, once again, another abuser slips through the cracks and will most definitely abuse again.
It really is up to us, to educate ourselves, educate our children, and flush out those who are doing great damage to our kids, our families, and our society.
Say Cheese!
Am I the only one who thinks about smiles? Maybe I’m the only one who notices when a smile is fake, or real? Possibly, it because growing up with a facial deformity, I learned to study other people’s faces and expressions? I know I’m quite intuitive, but also my emergency services training taught me to notice the subtle facial tics and twitches that indicate whether they are telling the truth, or not. I’ve learned that smiles are not always what they seem to be.
I doubt that smiling was that common before the invention of photography. We see in those early photos, a bunch of very somber people. Over time, people learned that their severe looks would be displayed forever and someone got the bright idea to “smile” before the shutter was clicked. “Say ‘cheese!'” Became the standard phrase.
Now, it seems that if you’re not a smiling kind of person, people give you some harsh labels. Aloof, arrogant, unfriendly, and standoffish, to name a few.
Some of us are not sanguines. Some of us are tired, sometimes. Some of us are thinking about something else. Some of us are introverts – or just distracted. And some of us, when we smile really big, it makes us look like tweaked-out, toothless, meth-addicts.
I think that smiling, in certain situations, is a learned response that doesn’t always portray who we really are. I believe that sometimes a genuine joy creeps over us and we bust a smile, but most of the time, we don’t naturally smile.
Sometimes we hear a joke, see a baby, or watch our spouse do something cool – but some of our smiles appear to be just forced. It is this political season that has brought this to my attention. So many of the poles are just giving us an image we want.
I don’t know that Obama is any more “real” than McCain, but I’ve seen very few images that show a forced smile. Maybe he’s just more polished? I doubt it. If you look carefully, you see that he has to plaster on the smile too.

It’s one of the things I love about being around my kids. When they smile, it’s real – and it lights my heart on fire. My son is quite smiley, hence my online moniker for him: Smiling Son. My Darling Daughter’s face is also filled with joy, but already, at three, I see her learning to put on the plastic when the camera comes out. It makes me never want to take any more photos of her again. I don’t want to turn her into a little plastic Barbie doll.
What if, instead of being concerned about our appearance to others, we started being concerned about what is in our hearts. If our hearts are filled with joy, won’t it show on our faces?


You can usually see a real smile when you look into the eyes. I think most people are decieved because they’re not looking at the details. They are fooled by the overall gestalt of the face. Or, they think the smile on the mouth is the true indicator. Next time someone smiles, or you see a photo of someone smiling, look at their eyes. You can tell.
Think about it, even Ted Bundy smiled. If he didn’t, why did people trust him so much?


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Just remember, beauty is only skin deep – and anyone can fake a smile. It’s what is in the heart that counts. For me, some of my highest values are authenticity and truthfulness (see my about page). I have trouble faking a smile – even for a photogragh. But I get some heat for this.
Anyone who knows me, knows me to be friendly, down-to-earth, and real. Just look at my heart.
Maybe: http://www.flickr.com/photos/ahockley/2761441965/in/set-72157604001310857/
What do you think? Am I whacked?













