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My Thoughts on Confessions


As I watched the segment where the 16 year old boy “confessed” to murder in Making a Murderer, I was brought back to a time when I was 16.

My mom was very convincing and she knew a lot of people. I was the 3rd of four kids and start to finish, the oldest and youngest are 20 years apart. Needless to say, by the time I came around, she had learned all the tricks.

I remember her questioning me a few times about where I had been and what I had done. The truth is, if she believed I went someplace then no matter what I told her, she was still going to believe I was there. I could tell in the way she questioned me. It went something like this:

“I know you were at that party last night. I have talked to people who saw you there…

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I am a mother of 16 children and grandchildren. Some of them are by blood and the rest by heart. I was a foster mom for a few years and the children I cared for during that time have mostly stayed with me through the years. I love to write, read, dance, paint, and play with my animals. I enjoy dressage riding and just being in the barn. My words are my gift, as they allow you to know me as I really am. Thanks for joining me on this ride of life!

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