Twas’ the Night Before Christmas Eve

A Daughter’s Nightmare

Kerry Kramer
The Memoirist
Published in
7 min readDec 22, 2023

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author’s photographs. original colored pencil drawing.

With arms and legs flailing, I shouted, “Don’t make me go into that black car.”

I hit, screamed, and kicked, but he forced me into the car anyway while staring down at my panic-stricken face. My tiny brown eyes darted, searching for a way out.

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Kerry Kramer
The Memoirist

I am every woman. I write about the irony of life, friendship, authenticity, aging, and life experiences with humor and honesty. My Motto: Be Your Own Anchor!