Sometimes I get too comfortable. Sometimes, when I’m looking around my lovely home, running errands in my comfortable neighborhood, volunteering with the PTO, going to church, being a housewife, and I am more than sixteen years away from it, I forget about my past. I don’t ever fully forget, but

The Kristy’s House story starts with a young girl. The girl experienced sexual abuse as a child. Her parents divorced and she became a latch-key kid at 8. By 12, she started smoking marijuana. By 13, she was having sex and drinking. By 16, she had an abortion. And by