Life, Parenting And Relationships

Taking Control

Taking Control

Working in a Justice System has been a true revaluation for me, of the importance of good Parenting. The other day I was sitting in the parking Lot, directly across the Street was a sprawling Building. This Building was the Juvenile Detention Center. While sitting there looking at the tiny Windows, I wondered to myself how old was its youngest Resident. I also wondered if by the time he made it back home would he have been rehabilitated or at least seen the Light or the evil of his way. It was then that it occurred to me the importance of good Parenting. The importance of bending the Twig before it grows into a thorny Tree is of Tantamount Effect. Junior was only eighteen Months old when he decided to test his will and witts against mine.

Sitting in his Highchair throwing a Fit, he tossed his spoon on the Floor several times. Unwittingly I picked it up each time, washed it and put it in the Bowl. After several times of repeating this game I removed him from his Highchair and placed him on the Floor next to the discarded Spoon. This was his first lesson that he wasn’t going to have things his way all the time. By you picking up that Spoon for the twentieth time, controlling and manipulation is now one of his Trait that could lead him to the Detention Center. They come here from every socio economic structure imaginable. I remember when I started Blogging one of my Boss asked me what I Blogged about. I told him among many things, problematic Teens were one of my main interest. He visited my Website and browse some of the Articles. The next day he saw me he congratulated me on my insights. He told me that he had a Teenager at home that was heading down the wrong Road. This guy was the Director of Marketing for a Company that made over one Hundred Million that year. I am quite certain that he was properly compensated. His kid had no reason to be a Rebel without a Clue, yet he was. Two years later I am now working in the County Justice System and here was my ex Boss making an appearance with his Kid.

As I mentioned earlier, they come from all walks of Life many times it starts with dropping the Spoon, by you not laying early ground rules, setting Boundaries and limitations. You are not preparing them for Society. Society is a Tangled weave of Laws, you can get arrested for spitting on the Ground, so what of the other thousand of infractions. If they can’t or won’t abide by your Rules what makes you think that they will abide by the Laws of our Legal System. My Mother was a hard working Christian Woman, yet at fourteen I Dreamed of being a Thug. I was only fourteen when she found an ounce of high grade Marijuana in my Pocket while doing the Laundry.

She gave me the option of a Cot in a Juvenile Detention Center or changing the Road I was Traveling. That tough Love navigated the rest of my Life. With one Arrest and conviction I could not be Working in the Justice System. When my Mother was laying down the Laws, how was I supposed to know that she was looking out for my future. As a Parent by you not laying down laws and rules while you are still in control you are paving the way for future court appearances, and Jail time. Your Kid may be the smartest and most talented kid in the World, If you don’t teach them Humility and let them know that there are Boundaries and consequences in Life. Society will chew them up and spit them out in the Justice Systems. Look at O.J, look at Arron Hernandez, he made it to the top of his Game along the way his Parents never told him that he could not get away with Murder. A wise Man once wrote ” it is better to build Boys than to mend  Men”

Here are excerpts from the Book Parenting Teens with Love and Logic.

Who’s in Charge Here?

For years, Ryan had appeared headed for a life of irresponsibility. He lived like a slob and had increasingly resisted his Parent’s badgering about his sloppy appearance, grungy clothes, messy room and that”infernal music” thudding through the walls. At thirteen Ryan simply”forgot” to do his chores. The older he grew, the more defiant he became. At seventeen, he started drinking even on school nights and experimenting with drugs, both of which were murder on his grades. He went out with girls running with the wrong Crowd, such as Desiree, telling his Dad, “she comes from a broken home and needs me as a counselor”, prompting his Dad to counter sarcastically, ” Just what kind of counseling techniques are you using”.

Ryan had long since blown off the hallowed family tradition of kissing his parents good-night. Now they were lucky if he just yelled through their master bedroom door, “I’am home. Allan responded to Ryan’s moral slide by losing his temper and yelling. Or “you have the social traits of a bum!” Sandy would mutter aloud, “I know this is a Kid I wouldn’t take off the shelf myself”. Ryan, of course, just sneered. He had his Parents emotionally eating out of his hand, and he knew it. They knew it too. But they felt helpless to reassert control. Then Alan and Sandy attended a seminar that introduced them to the Love and Logic parenting approach. They learned that parents should take care of themselves first, let their children own their own problems, and allow them to live with the consequences of their decisions.

P.S.  It is better to take control as early as possible than waiting till they are heading for the Detention Center.

Life, Parenting And Relationships

Live Love Laugh

 

 




Teaching our kids to live, as in embracing life, is something just about all parents overlook. We teach them how to walk, talk, learn and make a living, however very few are taught to tap into their creativity, their spirituality and their spiritual being which is their soul. Ask any artistic people  and they will tell you that along the way of being creative they stumbled upon their spirituality. Everyone knows that education is a fundamental tool. But very few are aware that being artistic can introduce you to the inner person that most people live a lifetime and never met. Religion is also a venue to spirituality, your soul. Like the Bible says, what good is a man if he Gains the World and lose his Soul. A lot of people have no soul to lose,  they were never introduced to it, they never knew it existed.






Some of us are born perceptive, and enlightened others have to be led, being artistic sometimes leads us to our  perspectives. When you know how to look inside, there is a whole world in there. What you find in there, everything from empathy to the gift of love, being able to possess love, accept and give it. Some infants needs no prodding or encouragement to walk, talk, swim and a do lot of things, they are natural born achievers,  some need encouragement, most of us you have to lead us to the water. It’s  the same with living. A Fish swims, that is what they do with infinity until they are caught or eaten by a bigger Fish. Man was not made to swim he is expected to take advantage of all that life offers, it is too short and unpredictable to swim your way through it, in a continuous motion of nothingness only to make money and survive. Personally I believe that we do ourselves a great disservice only using 10% of our Brain’s capacity, in that case it should not be too taxing to learn a skill and a craft unilaterally. For instance a carpenter who plays an instrument and write Poetry.

 




What magnetized me to this ideology is, in my hometown of Tampa we have a Lawyer who is also a Doctor. He is way out left field with the concept that I have in mind of being creative as well as having a skill. He has two skills, even though some Doctors are forced to be creative in their practices. A lot of us learned to play an instrument early in life, by the time we grow up it’s only a distant memory, because We never learned the importance of creativity in our lives and where it could lead us, or the nourishment it feeds our souls. Twenty seven years ago I started two Manuscripts that were never completed. They were started as an outlet when I was overwhelmed with stress, somewhat of a Diary. Well anyway you know where I am coming from with this way of thinking. If you don’t practice everyday you lose interest. What I am really saying is, if your parents didn’t instigate you to be creative and  tapping into the inner you, you don’t follow the path.

 

 

 

You don’t have to be inspired to take it to a professional level. If you use creativity as a Hobby, it becomes therapeutic in our daily lives. For instance it creates a secret place for you to escape the drudgery of day to day living. It keeps you grounded and focused, it can even cradle your sanity. Oftentimes my Wife ask me what do I get out of spending so much time writing Blogs, you are not making any Money out of it said she. I have never taken the time to explain to anyone my true reasons for Writing Blogs. So here it is once and for all. Many years ago I worked in a Nursing Home, this was where I was introduced to my Mortality. I met high ranking Military Men who was ravaged with Dementia. They could not recount to me their Heroics of flying Fighter Jets delivering Bombs to the Enemies locations. I met a Concert Pianist who developed Dementia at  the heights of their Career, a lifetime of Notes completely erased. Now all they do is sit and stare, barely sixty years old.

 

 

Why wouldn’t I chose to Live love and laugh to the top of my Lungs before I get to this point. Then there was the Italian Immigrant Woman who came to America with the Clothes on her Back. She started making Pizza in a two hundred square feet Kitchen. Her Ambition and Drive turned that Hole in the Wall start into a fifty Million Dollars Empire. Now here she is withering away in a Nursing Home, unable to tell her Story, ending a Flamboyant Life in a Fog of Dementia. I am telling my Stories in advance, so when I get to where they are,  my Nurses can read them back to me and my fellow Residents when I can’t tell them for myself. At this very moment I am five miles offshore in the Gulf of Mexico writing this Blog thinking how Fragile Life is. Why should I not Live, love and Laugh right to the Bitter end, knowing that the inevitable is just that.

 

Back in the Days the Marshall Tucker band had a song called Can’t you see. One of the verses went “ gonna find me a hole in the wall and I’m gonna crawl in and Die”. Not me I’m gonna find the wide open Ocean and set Sail till I run out of Wind. When I left the Job in the Nursing Home, my favorite Resident Nell told me,  moving to Florida you will forget us all. Well my Friend Nell this one goes out to the ones I left behind. I once heard a story of a woman dying in an apartment, the conditions similar to a homeless dwelling under a Bridge except her dwelling was in an expensive apartment building, in it was 47 million dollars and feces everywhere, not having that money in a Bank said she worshipped it, the poor thing had lost her soul and mind, Howard Hughes died in similar situations. Again with those words “ what good is a Man to gain the World and lose his Soul”.There you have it in a nutshell, no one had told them that there is more to life than making lots of Money, there is so much more to life.

 

 

 

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Bullying

 

Rough Edges

Bullies are People with shortcomings and inadequacies, to be more precise they are People with Rough Edges. Usually they are unhappy and filled with envy.

There are many signs of rough edges, to say the least, the lack of Politeness, Humility and Grace shows the Granite in you. When a simple Debate brings out the Weapons, be they Words, Swords, Daggers or Pistols, you have crossed the line. Now we are dealing with Jagged Edges. The old adage Sticks and Stones is Fabricated. A thirteen years old Poet wrote, ” the mighty Arrow delivers a piercing blow, the Sword delivers a sharp blow but Words delivers the most Devastating of blows.

I can swear to that statement, I come from  mixed Genes, my Grandmother was a Mulatto Woman, My Grandfather was Pure African. The Complexions of their children were staggered. At six years old I felt the devastation of piercing Words. One of my Aunts who was fair skinned chose to embed in my impressionable mind that I was the Inferiority of the Family Tree. She tagged me with the name Blackie. That was my first encounter with Bullying, until today I still can’t understand why a grown adult would torment a Child. However it happens everyday in Families. Inadequate Parents use harsh words to chastise their Children, piercing Words that diminish the Child’s self-esteem. How crude and inhumane when you get it from your own Family. Kids in School were a reflection of their Parents rough edges. By the time I turned fourteen as a result of harsh Words and Bullying I was an Accomplished Street Fighter with a Reputation. I had all the qualifications of being a Bully, I was bigger than most Kids my age and knew how to fight. Instead I chose to beat down Bullies.

When it came to our upkeep my Mother was near fanatic, our appearances were immaculate. At eleven years old we moved in a Neighborhood where the closest School was Parochial. Dressing for School each Day we looked like Military Men on Parade. The white shirts were pristine, the Khaki pants were creased and the shoes polished to sparkle. In that Neighborhood were three Brothers, the Higgings Boys. Those Boys older than we were made it their jobs to send us home dirty tattered and bruised each Day. Up to that point my Brother and I knew nothing about fighting, we had no choice but to learn. Three against two, we learned fast and excell quickly. To some degree I think that we asked for the confrontations by taking the shortcut through an open field each Day. That made us sitting Ducks for daily Ambushes. Anyway these three Bullies got the worst of it. We got tired of going home tattered and dirty so we decided to send them home battered and bruised instead. We developed fighting techniques Bruce Lee would be proud of. My all-time favorite was putting my Books in my Brother’s Backpack and loading mine with Rocks. The first of the Aggressors would go down hard when introduced to my Backpack and the other Cowards would run and leave their Brother whimpering.

Three years later I was now in Junior High, one Day the biggest Bully in the Shool and the entire Neighborhood picked on me for no other reasons than to humiliate and humble me. I was seconds from crying Uncle, he was two years older than I and more skilled. At the moment of begging for Mercy, a huge Stick presented itself, the color of Mercy had changed. Every Limb that had brutalized me were introduced to the Stick. The fight started in the back of the School, I escorted him off the School Property, beating him with the Stick the entire hundred yards to the front Gate. For all the Bullying that goes on these Days, I feel compelled to tell you that the Kids in that School will tell their Grandchildren of that Day. They all gathered behind me Cheering the entire way to the Front Gate. It appears that there were no Teachers or the Dean in School that Day, no one tried to break up the fight.  By the time I got to High School my past had vanished, as if I shed my skin. No one knew of my fighting skills. I went to Taft High School in the Bronx, not the toughest Neighborhood in the Bronx. Nonetheless it had it’s Reputation, for this is where the Bronx Tale had Manifested. There were Fights everyday after School, Blacks against Whites, Gay Bashings and just plain Bullying. The first School Shooting occurred in the Basement of Taft.

When your Kids show signs of Bullying those are signs of rough edges, it is your Job to address it before they meet someone who will teach them Manners. It appears that my Tormentor came from a long line of Bullies his two older Brothers seventeen and eighteen were Executed by a Gang Firing Squad within a week of looking for me. Today Bullying is out of control, one Day my seven years old Niece and her next Door Neighbor made me blush with the words they called each other, in a war of Words. Bullying starts that early and goes all the way to Columbine. Nikalus Cruz was a Bully who got into many altercations and fights, ultimately his rough edges turned to jagged edges. To me it appears that the Boy could not handle his Parents miserably separation.

Nicolas Cruz
Killed 17 fellow Students

Most sensible People can tell when a Brushfire threatens to burn out of control. His Parents did not see, the Community did not see, his Classmates did not see and neither did the School. One Day the Brushfire became a Forest Fire, on that Day he went to School and Killed seventeen of his Classmates, then went to McDonald’s and bought himself a Meal. Did I mention Jagged Edges, today the World is consumed with Jagged Edges. In my old Hometown of Wilkes Barre Pennsylvania a Child Molester exposed, decided to kill his Victim and half the Block. Today he lives comfortably in a Prison for the Criminally Insane, his Drugs provided with my Tax Dollars make me Insane. Let me be redundant, Jagged Edges is the byproduct of Rough Edges.

Twenty miles from Wilkes Barre in a Road Rage incident a young Woman going to College cuts off another Driver to make her exit is shot in the Head by a seemingly intelligent young Man with Jagged Edges, and easy accessibility to Guns. Rough Edges is the Norm in today’s Society, you have Parents with rough edges, Teachers, Lawyers, Doctors, Priests and worse of all Politicians with Nuclear accessibility. As I have said over and again Parenting is the hardest job in the World. If you weren’t raised up properly how are you going to smooth out your Children’s Rough Edges. That’s why I believe that as soon as you find out that you are going to become a Parent, you should run out and buy a copy of Parenting With Love and Logic. I am not commissioned to promote this Book but many of my Blogs about Parenting is inspired by it. I could write Volume on the Subject of Rough Edges, at this point of this Blog I believe that I have made my point. Tolstoy I will never be, I believe that a Blog should have the same effect of a Book on one single Page. In conclusion, Rough Edges should be smoothed out before they become Jagged Edges.

P.S. Thank God my Mother Smoothed out my Rough Edges before they became Jagged.

 

 

 

 

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Feathers

 

 



My main Objective when I started Blogging was to write Blogs about safe Driving. It wasn’t long before I realized that there is just so much you could say about People’s poor Driving Habits before it becomes old News. I have always admired a good Fiction, then it darned on me that I could fill in the Void with Fiction Blogs. I have always admired Birds and Envied them for their Freedom. They have always been attracted to my calmness and serenity and have allowed me to me to get very close to them when I am Photographing them. Like the time when several hundred Cardinals surrounded me and I panicked and chased them away, blowing the greatest Photo Shoot of my Life. This is my very first Fictional Blog about Birds, written three years ago. The Human Characters were made Fictional to protect their identity.

 

 



He was a majestic Sea Bird, a natural born Fisherman and Hunter. Why his Mother choose to hatch her eggs in the Branches of a Palm Tree far inland behooves me. Nonetheless this is where Feathers was born, like any other Suckling in early development they are dependent on the nourishment Mother provides. So much to the point of dependency, when his time came to leave the Roost and test his graceful Wings. Feathers had developed Inertia /entitlement, an attitude that if ma was going to do all this hunting and Fishing for me, why should I even bother to learn how to fly, fish and hunt for myself, if she enjoys pampering me, so be it.

 

 



Feathers had developed a privileged character mentality, he choose not to be a go getter not realizing that what Mother was doing was preparing him for his first Flight and his first Hunt. That is what Mothers do they prep their Kids to do for themselves the things in life they need to survive . He was defiant about leaving the Roost, he didn’t realize that Mother wasn’t always going to be there for him, and the responsibility of fending for himself, and taking his life to the next level was his Job. A lot of people posses the same trait as Feathers, and are defiant about accepting responsibilities. Even the responsibility of fending for themselves, taking on challenges and moving out of the comfort zone.

 

 



I once knew a Man who held a Degree in Graphic Arts, when he graduated the job market was overwhelmed with an overabundance of Graphic Artists. After a year or more of pounding the Pavement and filing applications, he threw the Towel in and decided that he would never land a position in his chosen field. He choose to settle for mediocrity, he took many menial jobs so he could eat. He became a Parent along the way, now he was locked in, his dream of seeing his skills come into fruition was now buried in complacency. This Guy had no Tenacity, no continuity or Drive, he was willing to throw away years of learning and dreams to drive a Taxi. All because he had developed a Defeatist Mentality early in Life.  I guess he had never heard the story about the three Miners, who spent their lives mining for Gold, one day they unanimously decided that they were never going to find Gold. They agreed that they were wasting their time.

 

 



They sold their Claims, sold their Tools and took jobs as Farm hands. The new owners took possession of the Mine, hammered at the Rocks for three hours  and found one of the richest Vein within three feet of where the original owners decided to quit. Moral, never give up on your Dreams, never develop a Feathers Mentality of complacency.  All through my Life I have met many defeated people who showed me that being a Defeatist was to clip your own Wings. When I worked on Wall Street I met a Gifted young Man working as a Clerk, Tom and I became friends he was Opinionated as myself, during our many talks we discussed many things including why he was working as a Clerk and not in his chosen Profession as an Artist with the Talent he possessed. He related to me that years ago he developed a Cartoon, submitted it to a Famous Actor who pirated his creation and made it World famous, leaving him in the cold. A lot of his work are featured in many of my  Blogs, I will let you be the Judge, did he clipped his own Wings or did the Crooked Actor.

 

 





Getting back to poor  Feathers who refused to stand on his own two feet, better yet fly with his own two wings. Personally I could not wait to fly, I started working at fifteen worked straight through HS I can’t explain the immense feeling of self gratification, a fifteen year old bringing money home to supplement a single Mom’s income and dressing better than my Teachers . One stormy day Feathers Mom went out fishing in the Gulf of Mexico, the weather took a turn for the worse, visibility was poor she got lost and never found her way back to the Palm Tree they called Home. Feathers was now in a bind sink or swim, better yet fly or die. He chose neither. He dropped himself down from the Tree in a lush Hedge to feather his falling, beneath the Hedges were a colony of small Lizards, that was easy pickings for him, and that was where he spent the rest of the his life. Instead of feasting on salmon and the likes, he chose easy pickings.



Moral, you can make Chicken Salad out of your Life, or Chicken Shit, The choice is yours.

 

 

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Buddy

Buddy

They are Better off!

That’s the reasoning of one Evil deranged mother who killed her Children gave to the Cops. A couple of days ago in my Hometown a Man who was going through a bitter Divorce, was convicted of Murder. I believe that Evidence was presented in Court that he said that if he can’t have his five years old Daughter then no one  can have her, just before throwing her off a Bridge to her Death. A year earlier a Mother in Largo going through a bitter breakup slammed her two years old son Jordan against the wall, knocking him out, stuffed his lifeless Body in a Black plastic Bag and dumped his Body in the Park next Door. The list goes on and on people going through the Meat grinder known as life, choosing to exact revenge by killing the Child of someone who is putting them through the hoops of fire. With the intention of dodging Justice they sit in a Courtroom through the entire Proceedings with a stupid distance Glare trying Bullshit the jurors that they are insane or were, the moment they comitted the Ghastly act of extinguishing their child’s life. All in the name of punishing the one who dumped them.

Is the Human Mind so frail that the first Pothole they encounter on the Road called Life causes them to flip. Or are the evil Minions that is within so powerful that all their power to reason and ability to make sound Judgements are no match and render rationality helplessly. If that is the case the greatest number of Prents have failed us, by not instilling in their Children that Life is not a Bed of Roses. Adversity is as much a part of Life as Happiness and Joy. Not instilling in your Children that they can’t always get what they want and that things aren’t always going to go your way is shortchanging their Development process. The Human Mind is a Tangled Ball of Spaghetti, if you don’t start unraveling that Ball as early as one year old the rest of your parenting job is one long uphill battle.

When my youngest child was one year old sitting in his Highchair having a fit by tossing his spoon on the Floor, I would remove him from the Chair and place him next to his spoon for him to retrieve his own spoon. After fifteen times of you picking up that spoon you are in his control. If you let them know early in Life that things aren’t always going to go their way they are winners so are you by eliminating future Tantrums and personality upheavals. It behooves me the amount of time we spend in training our Pets yet we allow our Children to Rough Ride us all the way from infancy to Teenagers. When they are successful in manipulating you they grow up fearless of Society and it’s Laws. That’s why they sit in the Courtroom with that empty Glare trying to Manipulate the Jurors trying to avoid punishment for throwing their own five years old child from a Bridge, onto that hard Concrete Pavement Below.

I am quite sure that his Parents thought they were great parents when he was growing up throwing all kinds of Tantrums when things didn’t go his way. They Loved him too much to have realized that Tantrums are early warning signs of abnormal behavior. Can you imagine the Rage  that engulfed him when he uttered those words if I can’t have her, no one will. He was evaluated by a Psychiatrist before Trial and one week before final Summation. Yet he sat there with that stupid Glare, hoping to Manipulate the Jurors the way he manipulated his Parents all his Life. Allowing your children to Manipulate you and wrapping you around their finger is weak Parenting. I am not advocating punishment, I am telling you that communication is the greatest patenting tool.

By you communicating with your Children and teaching them the Art of communication you are laying the Foundation of how they deal with adversity the rest of their Lives. Instead of flying off the deep end and acting irrationally they can talk things out and accept the things they can’t control or change, as in a breakup or Divorce. As Spock would say Communication teaches them to be Logical People. In many of my earlier Blogs I have stated that Society and Psychologist were unjust in blaming the Parents for everything a bad seed grow up and commits. Lately I am having second thoughts. Cultivating World Class Citizens is nothing short of being Gifted.

I remember when I was growing up, when I acted up and out my Mother would ask me were you Raised Up or Dragged Up. There is the difference. Which brings to mind ” as a Twig is Bent so shall it grow”. As a Teenager I was totally out of control, I was Hell Bent for no apparent reason. My Mother was not a Totalitarian, but she had Boundaries that I dared not cross without consequences. When I was fourteen She knew I operated on the fringes of the Law, She indoctrinated me about Crime and Punishment and the Juvenile Justice System. When my indiscretions mounted, like when I was still fourteen, She found an ounce of Marijuana in my Pocket. Her Paraphrasing was taunting, she said to me, I bet you think that you can get away with Murder.

By the time I got to be seventeen I knew that I didn’t want to spend one Day inside. She had turned my Life around before my eighteenth Birthday when all my childish indiscretions would be viewed as Adult Felonies. Today I work in a County Justice System where all the above mentioned Filicides sits in one of our Courtrooms with that that distance Glare. Here I realize the power of a Parent to change the Course of their Children’s Destiny, by being a Parent and not a Buddy. The Seminole killer was recorded complaining to his Parents how tough it was in there, while he is awaiting Trial for four Murders. His Dad’s reply don’t worry Son we got your back, we will get you out. After years of failure as Parents, they still continue on the same Path of not telling him about consequences. And that is my final Summation of all I have just mentioned. Being a Buddy to your Children is Copping out of your Responsibility of being a Parent, which lets them to believe that they can get away with Murder.

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JESSICA EDENS

Jessica Edens

Jessica Edens went on a killing spree in July 2017 before turning the gun on herself. In July, the South Carolina mother fatally shot her estranged husband’s girlfriend before driving back to her home and fatally shooting her two children, 9-year-old son Hayden King, and 5-year-old daughter Harper Edens, in the back of her SUV. Then, she killed herself. Officials said they believe Edens and hubsand Ben Edens were in the midst of a messy divorce and custody battle and that she planned to do something that would have “everlasting consequences for her husband.”

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Sarah Lynn Kreuger

This past July, a California jury sentenced Sarah Lynn Kreuger, 27, and her boyfriend, 29-year-old Ryan Scott Warner, to life in prison for the 2014 torture and murder of Kreuger’s daughter Kayleigh Slusher. The 3-year-old was found by police dead in her bed and partially frozen. An autopsy revealed that Kayleigh had 41 distinguishable injuries all over her body and had died two days before she was found. She had been kept in the couple’s freezer for several hours after her death.

P.S.  You can’t get away with Murder.