Audrey Briggs...Unscripted

Behind the book information on Audrey Briggs, child abuse victim and author of Everybody Wanna Piece of Me.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Book Signings- Book Sightings

Happy Holidays to everyone!

Wow! My book is taking off! I've set up a number of book signings in and around the Syracuse, NY area (my town) and hope you'll have a chance to join me! Here they are:

December 16th-
Seven Rays (508 W. Cott Street, Syracuse, NY)- from 12pm-2pm and 3pm-5pm,

December 17th-
The Lavender Ink Well(304 N. McBride Street, Syracuse, NY) on the 17th from 1pm-3pm

December 21th-
The BackStreet Bookstore and Bistro(201 Oneida, Fulton, NY) from 11am-1:00pm.

I've also been "sighted" in local papers: Post Standard

Hope to see and meet some of you there.

Sunday, October 15, 2006

Why I wrote "Everybody Gotta Piece of Me"

When people ask me why I wrote this book, all I can say is that the time was right. Fifty years is a long time to live on this earth and give nothing back. I lack the financial riches to enhance the quality of people’s lives or the academic arena to educate, but what I do have to give back is wisdom and informal knowledge on how to survive in a world where color makes no difference, money has no meaning and laws are arbitrarily enforced.

The world I speak of is a world that locks up your soul, heart and mind after you have been violated morally, socially and physically time and time again, by those who society has pick as the pillars of a righteous and Godlike in their society.

Up until about the age of thirty, I thought that I was a terrible person who had sinned horribly and this is why bad things happened to me. My negative feeling were reinforced by religious leaders of virtually every faith when I went in search of answers for so many questions that I had. Most of them told me that I was not a sinner, but that the things I was doing was bad in the eyes of God. Of course, these statements were always supported by scriptures from the bible. I had been treated this way all my life--as a child I was told that I was a sinner, my grand mother told me that I was the devil, and she treated me like she believed it; my mother used to wake me up at night and tell me that God told her that I did certain things, which was never the truth. I often wondered as a child how God could make such mistakes? I almost got raped by my sister’s husband--a minister--and virtually everyone who inflicted abuse on me as a child, as even as an adult, was a God-fearing Christian.

I guess if I had to come up with a reason why I wrote this book, it would be because the time was right. I had had enough! I had endured enough! I had suffered enough! The results of pain are like death--no matter how hard you try, it lasts forever. And though you may not always feel the pain itself, the scars are always there to remind you of your abusers.

Until next time...