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Talking to Candice Bithell was eye opening. She helped me see things in a new light and different perspective. As an infant, she was thrown in the trash when she was 2 days old, and later grew up in an abusive home. After overcoming her own trials and meeting and marrying her husband, she had to learn to manage kids learning to navigate their identity, her faith, and balancing culture and love all at the same time. She is amazing..
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I have so much respect for Megan Phillips. After learning that her younger sister was born without a uterus, she knew she would have a baby for her. After having 4 of her own, including twins, she became the surrogate for her sister and delivered a healthy baby boy. She discusses her journey of loneliness, empowerment, discomfort, selflessness, and JOY. I'm so dang proud of her.
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I am so excited to get Jeff on the rotation! He has trained thousands of athletes, CEO's, doctors, and MAMAS! He is a global mental coach and teaches me about the importance of having a Power Phrase. He also explains that if we get comfortable in the struggle, it will benefit us and make us grow. He explains FLOW and how we can achieve peak performance in everything that we do. Take a listen!
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IG: @erikthompsontough
First of all, I'm SO SORRY about the sound. I forgot my mic and he was soft spoken so I apologize. But it was truly awe-inspiring to be in the presence of Erik Thompson and his wife, Skye. It was a different approach, but I wanted to hear about Erik's story and learn about how Skye has had to deal with it. Erik has turned tragedy into something beautiful. His relationships with his boys, his wife, and his savior have deepened. His testimony has been strengthened, even amidst all the physical and emotional pain. He is the definition of Grit and his wife is right there beside him fully locked and loaded with Grit and Strength. I love them both.
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I think it's fitting that TODAY, marks the 5th anniversary of Don Cash's death on Mount Everest. This episode speaks for itself. Don Cash had no regrets. He held nothing back and literally lived life to its fullest. His daughter Brandi talks about his courage and how he became a better Dad the more he dominated on the mountains, and even in death. She talks about being single for a long time, and having an unmedicated birth at home on her FIRST BABY! She is proud of her Dad, and of the mother she's become and is on her way to inspiring thousands of people everywhere on her new MoonLight Ranch! IG: @brandicashpehr Website: Brandicash.com YouTube: Moonlight Ranch https://youtube.com/@moonlightranch?si=3Dqgy3EaM8ZCF0a3 Podcast: Closer to Christ Meditations on Spotify and apple
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Michele Vas-Conselos, otherwise known as "Murph," was the star player in high school and landed a spot on her dream college, BYU. She suffered a torn ACL and wondered if her spot on the team would be jeopardized. When she joined the NWSL and began her professional career, she was injured yet AGAIN and then had an unexpected surprise which made her put the sport on hold and question if her spot would remain. Listen in on how she dealt with the mental side of soccer and what got her through the unpredictable obstacles!
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Joy Davis talks about how her husband knew they would always have a child with disabilities. After Emery was progressing as a toddler, she suffered a stroke in surgery and was never the same. She no longer has the ability to talk, feed herself, walk, or perform regular everyday activities like other young girls. Joy used to hate her name, but she talks about how she grew to love it, how it was meant for her and how Emery has completely shifted her perspective on life and what it means to have a healthy body.
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Dr. Julie Valentine is a forensic nurse and mother to 8 children. I was seriously not worthy to be in her presence! She mothered 8 children, and got a PHD with a 2 year old in tow, and thanks to her efforts, the largest state database on sexual assault cases exists in the United States. But it's always about her patients. I was in awe of her capacity to love them, and help them find healing, and she gives a word of warning to those who may be suffering from domestic violence, and don't know it.
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I am not sure if I know of someone else who has lost as many loved ones as Kim, in such a short amount of time. After losing her brother in law tragically in a race, she lost two brothers to addiction as well as her Dad shortly after. She has managed to find the joy through it all. While immersing herself in service, she has found joy in the process and helps others to see that joy IS possible. Even in the midst of heartache and devastation.
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Des has suffered from seizures for many years and has had 3 brain surgeries to try to curb them. During her last surgery, she suffered a stroke but was not informed by her surgeons until after she fell out of bed in the recovery room without any knowledge that her legs didn't work. She lost function in one of her arms and for the last 8 years has managed to dominate life one-handed, and with a whole lotta humor along the way.
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Jenedy Paige is an accomplished oil painter, and competitive Ninja Warrior. After reviving her son from drowning in a pool, he suffered sympathetic storming and passed away. Jenedy then trained to be on the hit TV show "American Ninja Warrior" where she has competed on 4 seasons now. She now coaches ninja classes, painting classes, and journals everyday, where she is able to see the tender mercies of God all throughout her life. She is an inspiration.
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Brianna was a dancer and collided with another dancer and her ankle was injured. What should have healed over a few days, turned into a massive infection with swelling, open wounds, and her nervous system attacking itself. Her leg was amputated and it was the greatest day she had had in years! Listen to her story and how amputating her leg was the start of a new life!
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I think this has been my most important conversation yet, and my hope is that you will first and foremost; CONTACT YOUR LEGISLATOR/SENATOR and urge this bill to be passed (HB 272-OM'S LAW) and secondly, share this with your friends and family and ask them to do the same. So many women and children are being abused and don't say anything because it is almost always made worse for them. "Getting out" or "Walking away" isn't that easy. No one should have to live a nightmare like Leah did for YEARS. She is my friend. I have other friends facing the same consequences she did, as a result of legal abuse and uneducated "experts" who have no expertise in domestic violence or child abuse. Please message the senator in your county and urge HB272, "Om's Law," to PASS. We have one week. This goes to the senate last week of February.
YOUR LEGISLATOR
https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/12u3w5Fxb9_upRC2kWWlkcNjK2MnzYYfDsfvJ4CZp6Qc/edit?usp=sharingTO CONTACT YOUR SENATOR: https://senate.utah.gov/contact
Power and Control Wheel
https://www.thehotline.org/identify-abuse/power-and-control/ Utah
Domestic Violence Coalition
https://udvc.org/
The Safe Child Project
https://thepolicyproject.org
National Safe Parents Org
https://www.nationalsafeparents.org/kaydens-law.html
House Bill 272 Bill language: https://le.utah.gov/~2024/bills/static/HB0272.html
Watch proceedings: https://le.utah.gov/FloorCalendars/
House Floor reading and vote 22:18 Cutlerâs presentation https://le.utah.gov/av/floorArchive.jsp?markerID=126353
Om's Law: Keeping Children Safe From Family Violence
Utah House Bill 272
House Judiciary Committee Testimony
February 8, 2024
My name is Leah Moses, Iâm Omâs mom.
9 months ago, my 16-year-old son Om was murdered by his father on Motherâs Day weekend during court-ordered parent time. Om was brutally shot twice in the back and once in his face by a 45 caliber handgun bought from a pawn shop on the same State Street in Salt Lake City as the courthouse where I fought in family court for 14 years trying to keep my children safe. I supplied the courts with extensive evidence of Om's father's abuse and the risk to my children, but it fell on deaf ears.
This morning it is my impossible task to represent thousands of protective parents and children who share their own, but similar experiences living in violence and who are not safe to speak out because they will be abused, tonight, tomorrow, and this weekend.
I mothered in violence for the entirety of Omâs 17 years. I never imagined Iâd be safe enough to speak the truth publicly, but now Iâm no longer hunted. My son stood in the face of lethal danger and freed me. And now I will speak for all of us, in his honor.
Om was conceived in the violence of rape and executed as a hostage in the violence of control. Despite years of begging for relief, he was powerless to escape, trapped in childhood by a psychotic parent and ultimately trapped and killed in an enclosed office. Throughout the litigation, even as a young child, Om asked me when the court would allow him to speak. They never did.
My ex-spouse was always abusive. Iâm not sure during which of the countless early rapes Om was conceived, whether it was when I was shoved in a closet, suffocated in the front seat of a car, drugged and abandoned on a couch or forced under a blanket in a crowded room, but when I was dropped off to planned parenthood with an ultimatum between an abortion or my life, I gave up the life I knew to keep the pregnancy. I chose Om, and our life as prisoners began.
He was a 6â3â 280lb PhD psychologist. In public, he maintained a professional appearance using the guise of a model parent, the persona of an enlightened religious yoga instructor, intent on healing sexual trauma, but in private he perpetuated a lifetime of relentless, systematic rape and calculated psychological control. This is what countless abusers do, but court professionals sometimes have little understanding about how abusers operate, and they rarely believe it when told, thanks in large part to attorneys for the abuser and so-called experts attacking credibility and asserting the protective parent is lying, hysterical or alienating.
When Om was a baby, I did everything I could to protect him from abuse, but there was no escape from his dadâs volatile tirades. It was impossible to avoid the spit spraying our faces when he screamed profanities. When he came home angry, I wedged a chair under the back door handle to buy enough time to hide under Omâs crib, breastfeeding to keep him quiet. When he backed us into corners, I shielded Om from his fist brushing our faces, smashing the wall next to my head. Drunk and enraged, he would throw Om crying into the backseat, force me into his car, and then try to push me out speeding down the freeway.
I had no reproductive choice. He prohibited contraception. Emotionless, he forced me to watch him flush the small, formed fetus from a miscarriage down the toilet as I bled on the bathroom tile. Rapes continued, and I hid my next pregnancy as long as possible, desperate for my daughter to survive. His power and control escalated, and after a year of secret planning, I moved out at 6 months pregnant. Desperate to lure me back, he promised improvement and I moved back just before delivery. Terrified that hospital staff might detect abuse and take Om from me, I avoided most prenatal care and went to a birth center for delivery. I wanted to protect my child before all else.
Towering over us, he would declare âI own you" as if we were his property, and âyouâll never survive without meâ. We were under constant surveillance, stalked, and required to report every action. I wasnât allowed to work. The threats to kill me and take the children escalated, and I moved out again. People ask why don't victims just leave? It's not that simple. This time I was homeless with a baby and preschooler. We lived in friendâs spare rooms, basements, above garages, or out of a car. Isolated, without money or options and convinced by him that I was rejected by my family and friends, I reluctantly forfeited my pro se protective order and moved back. The domestic violence case detective was so mad she said I should never ask for help again, that Iâd never be believed.
To maintain control, he bought an old mouse-infested cinderblock duplex and demanded that the kids and I live on one side while he lived on the other. He cut all financial resources, forced me to get Medicaid and food stamps. Om and his sister bravely risked kidnapping each time they walked out the door for their normal events like going to preschool, he would take them and refuse contact for days. I stopped calling police when they said âheâs the dad, he can do what he wants, you chose him in the first place.â Victims are often blamed constantly in these systems instead of protected, as if we deserve to be further tortured and terrorized.
I finally decided to leave for good when I found his old journal stating âIâm a sex addict and a child molester⊠Iâm afraid Iâll do it even to my own childrenâ. The flood of realization confirmed years of clues, he was molesting my children. I took the journal and my 15 page statement documenting years of sexual, physical, psychological abuse to police who handed it back to me saying âyour statement is too detailed, we could also say weâre millionaires, but weâre not. You should really be careful out there.â
Thinking the court system would protect us, I scraped together a retainer for an attorney. They told me no matter what I presented, the courts are a gamble. Insisting the court call him âdoctorâ, the commissioner got angry and gave me full temporary custody with usual shared statue parent time, but not based on any of my evidence of abuse.
With unsupervised parent time, his arrogance skyrocketed to unrestrained child sexual abuse. My 3 year old daughter disclosed to the pediatrician, therapist, babysitter and childrenâs justice centers about abuse happening at daddyâs house. Om consistently described masturbation with dad as âyogaâ and the naked boys on dadâs computers. The pain of pediatric speculum exams yielded no helpful DNA. The child abuse detective told me they believed the kids, but the prosecutor doubted the win because dad was too smart, and the child was too young. For 90 days I was ordered to restrict all contact with dad or I would be considered complicit in abuse. Then I was told to stop reporting, that I could be jailed if I didnât comply with unsupervised statutory parent time, with extra overnights to make up for his loss. Protective parents are in a double bind, blame on us comes from everywhere, protection from nowhere, or only temporary. Later his relatives disclosed his insidious incest of child cousins, it never stopped.
Having custody does not mean children are safe if you must share it with a predator, and send your children to face him alone. Like all protective parents, I faced the impossible choice between living with my children under the crushing weight of perpetual violence, or pursuing divorce and a life of co-parenting with a sociopath, with police, with child protective services, and with the evaluators of the court system. If I had known court orders would not be followed or enforced, that the system wouldn't really help me to protect my children, I might have stayed in abuse, but Iâm confident I wouldnât have survived to be in front of you today testifying of the importance of this bill. I always expected he would kill me first.
Statistically, the first few months after leaving abuse are the most dangerous. His retaliation for reporting was channeled into our first custody evaluation, entangling us in the complexity of expensive, forced engagement with experts who demonstrated no experience with domestic violence and no understanding of what was happening, yet their opinions determined how our case progressed, in fact, the trajectory of our lives. I was warned by multiple attorneys never to call child protective services, and to never to tell the real truth, or risk losing custody. The court-appointed evaluator declared him to be a loving father, downtrodden by my supposed alienation tactics to hurt the children. I was the problem, according to this expert. This was absurd, but now Om's law will attempt to stop this injustice from continuing in cases in which protective parents are trying to keep their kids safe. I was denied a copy of this expert's report, but it influenced my children's entire childhood, and dramatically changed how our case unfolded, jeopardizing my children and discrediting me.
My children continued to disclose abuse to court-ordered experts, while professionals who may have helped us were threatened by the abuser and his attorneys. One therapist had to secure legal counsel when he threatened to have her license revoked for writing a letter detailing her fears of the severity of his child abuse. A custody evaluator formally wrote the court for personal relief from his incessant demands and inappropriate behavior. Not one court-appointed expert petitioned to remove the children from abuse, no matter how obvious their trauma symptoms.
This represents a small part of Omâs first five years of life. The abuser continued to use the court system and experts as his personal hammer for another 11 years.
Family court may appear as small claims court, but it maintains the highest stakes claims. Children are not property. The right to unlimited hearings led to pro se courtroom monologues where he carefully crafted lies to redirect attention away from childrenâs safety and accused me of alienating, which is a pseudo construct abusers frequently rely on to defend themselves. Om's childhood isnât documented in photo albums, but in a thick court docket.
Every type of court-ordered therapy and intervention failed. Despite my childrenâs countless pleadings to live with me, we were sent into reunification therapy with a parent coordinator who had no experience with abuse. As a Ph.D., she immediately aligned with him, writing lengthy, outrageous letters to the court and telling my children to âstop asking to live with me, because it would never happenâ. I paid thousands for my children to be subjected to her reunification attempts to convince them that by teaching healthy boundaries and body safety, I was alienating them from their loving, well-meaning father. During that time I discovered heavy porn sites he set up in Omâs name, and continued to receive more calls from new rape victims reaching out for support.
There was nothing therapeutic about âreunificationâ. It was forced upon us to reunify with the abuser and terrorize us more. For-profit professionals forced us to cooperate or risk contempt. However, reunification therapy was never needed because he already controlled our entire lives.
The court labeled us "high conflict" and ordered high-conflict parenting courses with the only trauma-informed expert in all 14 years of our case to recognize abuse. She excused me from the course.
14 years is too long for a child to wait. I had one last way to save my children. I could choose to use the preponderance of evidence to pursue a criminal case which requires a higher burden of proof, or continue with a family court civil case. I expected we would not survive portraying him as a criminal, so I gambled everything I had documented and gave it all to the court-ordered experts.
Our second custody evaluation resulted in the most important legal proceeding of our case, when for-profit court experts listed concerning reports including excessive deadly prescription drug DEA records, sexual assault allegations with personal interviews with victims, his solicitation arrest, police investigation of drug-induced rape, andreports of harassment and stalking. Yet, out of fear of being sued by him, my two children were split from each other, and custody of Om was given to his dad. I remember stating on record, âso youâre telling me I have to sacrifice my son to save my daughter?â If he was dangerous to one of them, he was dangerous to both, but the court evaluators felt an obligation to appease the abuser. Over a year later, the third custody evaluation was filed in the court without warning, removing all custody from the abuser. No one talked to me or asked if this approach would be safe, even though I knew the abuser better than anyone. I never saw Om again, 3 weeks later he was dead.
Most court experts told me that this was an impossible case, to stop trying, that my children would just have to age out. Standing with homicide detectives in the moment I confirmed my son was murdered, we thought to call the current court experts to find out if they were still alive. One answered, âwell, that wraps up the custody evaluationâ This is who is arguing against this bill, people who see us and our lives as a business.
One of the abuser's for-profit, private practice attorneys, has led ardent opponents of this bill intended to increase victimsâ protection and save children's lives. Opposition typically argues for more ways attorneys can insert alienation in cases like mine, where a parent is desperate to save the children. They also profit from getting courts to order victims to be forced to "reunify" with abusers as a "fix" to this unscientific, undiagnosable nonsense called alienation, which is routinely used to discredit victims begging for protections. Don't be misled by them. They may sound professional, but are profiting off of pain. Supporters of this bill have no financial interest. We simply want to protect children. The legislature is tasked with caring for all Utah citizens, but especially our most vulnerable children desperate for protection.
The more I tried to protect, the more I was accused of lying and alienation, to the point of my child murdered. Even with all of the protracted abuse and allegations of rape, I was never able to get a court finding of abuse. Our case was littered with over a decade of court-ordered experts, yet after tens of thousands of dollars, thousands of data points, and following the letter of the law in every order, I was accused as "high conflict", with any protective parenting behavior used against me, while more and more custody was given to the abuser. You don't have to imagine the torment of this, I have shared it with you and I ask you to consider it today. Finally, in the end, the custody evaluation got it right, but it was too late, issued without children's protections in place or notification to me. No one else should have to live like this. What happened to Om will happen again if we do not raise our standards and fix our custody laws.
In closing, I ask,
What more must a child say to be heard?
What must a protective parent do to overcome the credibility deficit?
How bad does abuse have to get to be called abuse?
How many more children must sacrifice their childhood before we take action?
Will we show the nation that Utah does prioritize the child first and always?
Thank you.
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I was privileged to talk to my favorite 14 year old on the planet, ADANNA! Man, I love her. She gets emotional and you can just hear how bad she wants to love her sport again, and so many are rooting for her. She tells us about her mental blocks, anxieties and struggles to manage loving her sport and fearing it at the same time.
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Sally Jean Mart struggled with infertility for years and finally resorted to adoption. But not just a regular adoption, she took babies and children with disabilities. 17 of them! From blindness to Cerebral Palsy, limb deformities, and Autism.....Down Syndrome and ADHD, and Spina Bifida. And that doesn't even scrape the surface of the emotional and psychological attachment issues that often come with adoption and previous abuse. Katie Mart, who was adopted at birth and is wheelchair bound, talks lovingly of her mother, who dedicated her life to kids who needed her 24 hour attention physically and mentally. You're about to meet ONE GRITTY MAMA!
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I admire Angela so much. This cannot be an easy topic to talk about and she did it with so much grace and self-love and compassion. She lost her beautiful 2 year old to a tragic accident and in this episode you'll find out why one word in a blessing she received changed her life forever. It's one I want to incorporate into my own life forever. She left an imprint on me and I know she will on you too. She has courage, and a tremendous amount of bravery to talk about something so traumatic. I am so proud to be her friend.
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Today I got to talk to one of my favorite gals, Laura Griffiths. Laura and I not only went to high school together, but she does my HAIR! She is a perfectionist and does the best job every time. And man, that girl has been through so much. Following the death of her father, her family has experienced so much disease and loss of life and it's just plain been unfair. She developed DCIS, underwent 5 surgeries, torn cadaver skin, and you guessed it, nipple tattoos. K, maybe you didn't guess that part. Her story is fascinating and she was so open and vulnerable and was willing to share it all, in hopes of helping someone else. She's so positive and vibrant and has so much to offer in this world. It is an HONOR knowing her. instagram.com/salonlaurag https://www.vagaro.com/lg
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It was at my 20 week ultrasound where I was told that my little babe had a clear and visible clubfoot and that if there was any deformity I wanted, it would be "this one." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I didn't want ANY deformity! But sure enough, little Niko came out with a completely backwards foot and we started the long journey of weekly castings, shriner's hospital visits, tenotomy surgery, boots and bar, blisters, pressure sores, sleepless nights, and pain. It was hard. For all you clubfoot mamas out there in the thick of casting and crying, this one's for you.
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Gritty Mama edition: I was blown away talking to Amber about the events that have happened to her life in the last five years. And I thought MY five years were bad. She battled an unexpected diagnosis when her first baby was born, betrayal, finding love again, and a tragic death. Listen to how she gave it all go God and allowed herself to feel "mortal feelings" in this mortal life. She is incredible.
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GRITTY MAMA EDITION: I'm not sure whether to curse Stella, or thank her, but take a listen to this fascinating episode about one heck of a gritty woman that didn't let anything stop her. This story comes with all sorts of surprises, not the least of which surprised us all 125 years later. So trippy. You'll love this one.
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