Category: Memoirs from Canaan Land
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My beet-red beach day
For anyone who’s met me, there is nothing about my pasty pale ginger complexion that would suggest I’ve ever spent a minute on a beach in the sun in my life. But they would be wrong. In fact, the most painful days in my life were surrounded by laying in the UV rays of a…
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Isolated mind-renewal program, and hideout for an alleged child sexual-abuser; inside a Sask. cult’s religious discipline center.
“Hey Mark…come with me” Warning: The contents of this post include distressing details. Reading time: approx. 3 minutes. It was March 25, 1997. I was a 15-year-old student at Christian Centre Academy where I’d attended since I was 9 in 1991. It was a typical Tuesday school day as I sat at my carrel office…