“Stories make us more alive, more human, more courageous, more loving.”
|Posted by Nikki Rosen on March 3, 2016 at 6:25 PM||comments (1)|
"We are formed by little scraps of wisdom." Umberto Eco
I used to visit this old Jamacian man every week when I worked in the inner city. Mr. Walters didn't know it then nor did I, but he taught me something that would stay with me even until today. A powerful little phrase, Inch by inch. That's it. Just a couple of words, that remind me nothing is impossible because Inch by Inch everything's a cinch. A simple phrase, but for me, a powerful one. Inch by inch I've learned I can do anything, overcome anything, become anything.
When I used to visit him, Mr. Walters always included those words in whatever he said to me. He said them so many times, they somehow slipped inside my heart and are still there today. I can still hear his raspy Jamaican drawl whispering inside me, Inch by Inch Girl, you do can do it. Inch by Inch, you can do anything.
Packed into those simple words - Keep going. Keep moving forward. Never give up.
Inch by inch. We can do anything we want.
|Posted by Nikki Rosen on November 4, 2013 at 7:40 AM||comments (0)|
Hard to believe.....after more than a year of working on this manuscript - A Twisted Innocence, will be done in a week or so.
It's been a journey, a wild one at times....and one that has reinforced the power of truth and that truth ALWAYS trumps lies.
Writing this story has opened doors to a community I never heard of before. It's connected me with people I never would've met...people who have reflected brilliant courage and incredible resilience.
I'm still in awe how things came together.
A Twisted Innocence The True Story - soon to be released!
|Posted by Nikki Rosen on October 21, 2013 at 8:50 AM||comments (0)|
It's almost done....a story that gripped my heart. - I initially heard about it from an old man. About a little girl snatched from her backyard by four young boys. What did they did to her was unthinkable, yet the child survived. Twisted Innocence is her story.
I started writing January 2012 and in the process, learned the old man's version of what happened contradicted the true account. The evidence and witnesses showed there were holes in his story......lies that contradicted the truth.
Twisted Innocence is s story of faith and the search for truth. It is a story that will show everyone's life has purpose and out of the worst can come good.
Twisted Innocence A True Story - will be out November 2013
|Posted by Nikki Rosen on September 2, 2013 at 10:40 AM||comments (0)|
Something I learned....courage doesn't always look brave and strong. Sometimes it looks scared....wobbly. And I learned something else.....darkness eventually loses steam....it dies out.....It doesn't last forever.
Sometimes I wonder now if what I lived and overcame wasn't just about me. Maybe it's about showing hope to someone else lost in the darkness, helping them know they too can win their fight. If I can beat the odds, anybody can.
|Posted by Nikki Rosen on August 6, 2013 at 11:50 AM||comments (0)|
A Twist of Innocence - The True Story By Nikki Rosen
“Tell the truth, or someone will tell it for you.” Stephanie Klein
Elements of truth exist in all deception. It’s why lies sometimes sound real. But truth has a life of its own and in time, always reveals itself.
It happened sixty-three years ago, a horrific crime against a young child. When the community learned who perpetrated the brutal crime it shocked them even more. The story, A Twist of Innocence, The True Story, confirms evil exists and, sometimes comes in the most unlikely form.
The toddler, now a woman in her sixties speaks out for the first time and shares the truth of what really happened the summer of 1949 in Lowertown, Ottawa.
|Posted by Nikki Rosen on August 4, 2013 at 8:35 PM||comments (0)|
“We ask ourselves,'Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?'
Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God.
Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people won't feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It's not just in some of us; it's in all of us.
And when we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.”
~ Maryanne Williamson
|Posted by Nikki Rosen on June 16, 2013 at 12:20 PM||comments (0)|
A Twist of Innocence - researched and authored by Nikki Rosen
The story has taken on so many twists and turns. It began with one elderly man telling me his version of what happened. His story was sketchy. He remembered few details. He said he was charged with a crime as a child that he was innocent of.
Fascinated by the story I set out to find the details. Incredibly I found the baby in the story and the boy who helped rescue her.
They told me the shocking truth of how four young boys snatched a toddler from her backyard, beat her, attempted to rape her and then hung her in a shed and left her to die. The four bragged about what they had done. Someone overheard them and told police. The boys were charged and ultimately sentenced. Three of them were brothers who already had a history of committing crimes that were serious enough to be heard and dealt with by Juvenile Court.
This story is about lies and deception and using faith as a means to promote and profit from a heinous crime. The title will be changed from A Twist of Innocence to Twisted Innocence.
Can young children commit horrific crimes? Unfortunately, they can.
|Posted by Nikki Rosen on April 13, 2013 at 12:15 PM||comments (0)|
"He who has courage and faith will never perish in misery." Anne Frank
It's hard to think Anne Frank was only fourteen when she wrote this. Fourteen and hated - for no other reason than being Jewish. Fourteen and having her world as she had known it - turned upside down. Fourteen and not able to go outside to smell the flowers, or attend a dance or sit in a classroom and daydream about boys, or her future or life....
In spite of the hatred and brutality that had taken over her world - in spite of being stripped of all the comforts of home and school and friendships - in spite of those who believed she had no right to exist......fourteen year old Anne wrote as if her world was normal....as if nothing had changed....putting her thoughts down on paper - the thoughts of a normal teen.....
I try to visualize what it must have felt like to be 14 and forced to live in a small space with people terrified for their lives - fearing the craziness of those who wanted to kill not only you but your whole race - people who lived with fear that if they were found - they would die.....or worse...
Anguish- cries heard in the streets - family, friends, respected elders -taken - their lives stolen - beaten like violent criminals - intemples, in shops, in communities - there was no safe place....no where to hide. It was always just a matter of time.
Yet in the midst of that senseless brutality - 14 year old Anne kept her diary and wrote like any typical young teen pondering the world around her and her place in it.
Her words strong, positive, powerful: "I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be....I don't think of all the misery but of the beauty that still remains."
I didn't have the strength that Anne had. Or the courage - nor her positive outlook. I felt the hatred and I hated back. I felt thebrutality and I wanted to lash out against every perpetrator who hurt me. I let the brutality pull me into its lies - into its fear, into its hatred - Everything in my world was black - dark - I saw no beauty. I wanted so bad to give up and to give in to the darkness. I saw no hope- no light - no meaning.
Anne had been raised by loving parents - parents who gave her security and a strong foundation - so strong that when the darkness came - she was able to push it aside and still see beauty. I'm trying to parent my girls that way. Maybe it's working. My oldest 14 - is amazingly positive. She inspires me - she teaches me....
Growing up in a Jewish home - I heard the phrase over and over: "to not remember the past is to be condemned to repeat it." I used to wonder why do Jewish people constantly talk about what happened....and hold memorials and give honor to the survivors. I was told - 'so it will never happen again. From one generation to the next - we must tell what happened.'
I think I'm beginning to understand.....to tell of the brutality we lived- in some way is a protection for the next generation - to know - to be aware - to live a bit differently - to understand there is darkness -but there's also a strength, a hope - a light with each survivor who stands up and says, "I survived. The darkness couldn't destroy me."
I never wanted anyone to know what happened to me - all those things I lived - Today I want you to know, "I survived." And everytime I read someone else' story - and know they too have survived - I'm cheering.
|Posted by Nikki Rosen on January 30, 2013 at 11:00 AM||comments (0)|
Working on an inspirational/self-help book taken from my personal and professional experience. Below - an excerpt
Hope – a four letter word packed with so much.
Hope is the basis for surviving.
Hope that life could change.
Hope that things can get better.
Hope - grab on to it
And hold on with everything you got
Never let it go.
And always remember....giving up is never an option!
Hope - to some it's a dangerous thing. To others its survival. Dangerous because the thing hoped for may never happen. Survival, because it's the thing that gives courage to keep holding on.
I know what it's like to flounder in the dark, to have no hope and I also know what it's like to hold onto hope like a drowning person gripping onto a lifeline.
Hope is what held me back from giving up and letting go and giving into the darkness.
Hope was the thing that kept me hanging on when there wasn't anything else.
And the more I held onto hope, something amazing happened. It slowly began to morph into faith...a deep strong conviction....an inner knowing that what I desperately wanted...would actually happen. I had no idea how only that I just knew it would. I moved from thinking that it might become reality to knowing that it was a definite.
And it was that faith that eventually exploded into the miracle I needed. I learned that hope transcends everything.It goes beyond all doubts. It silences fear. It quiets despair. And more than that...no one can ever take it away.