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Review of The Source of All Things by Tracy Ross A Healing Journey The Source of All Things by Tracy Ross is literally and figuratively a healing journey. Ross embraces the wilderness as the vehicle that transports her from victim to survivor. Along the way, Ross seeks to make sense of the child sexual abuse she experienced. There may be maps to navigate the natural world, but no directions for exploring the alien territory of abuse. In the aftermath of her biological father’s sudden death, Ross’ mother marries a man who becomes devoted to her children. At four-years-old, Tracy adores her step-father, who protects her, provides for her, and engages her in outdoor sports, hiking trails, and camping trips. By the time Tracy is eight-years-old, her step-father is also molesting her. He infiltrated a vulnerable family, and advanced on the girl like a vulture. Yet her mother is depressed and disengaged from the family unit, so many steps behind the reality of what her husband is doing that she never catches up to meet Tracy’s needs. At sixteen-years-old, Tracy is strong enough to fulfill her own need for surviving abuse and betrayals. She enters a boarding school and embarks on wilderness adventures. Sometimes these travels require risking her life. Other times, Tracy finds comforts in nature that manage her self-destructive behavior. Child sexual abuse violates boundaries, and trekking through mountain valleys and desert floors offer boundless opportunities for Tracy’s hope and healing. Chapter 21, titled “Shooting Stars (or Birth Stories) reveals to the reader how child sexual abuse may affect every area of a victim’s life, including marriage, pregnancy, birth, and parenting. There are no clear paths to healing these wounds; Tracy uses nature like others use art or music. Tracy confronts her step-father about thirty years after the sexual assaults. She takes him back to the source, where the abuse first occurred. As he admits to abusing her, she questions if she could forgive him. She writes, “Love cuts with a serrated blade, and there are shreds of my feelings that form an unbreakable bond to my parents.” This is my point of departure, where I wonder just how much compassion a survivor of child abuse has to exert for a confirmed sexual predator. This memoir is well-written and well worth reading. A victim may see that he/she is not alone in the conflicting emotions and ambivalent feelings. Ross shows great courage in telling her story to bring awareness to the absolute devastation of child sexual abuse, and the long journey of recovery.

Hot, fairy tell with adult content twists.

I was only about 30 pages into this book after a week of effort. Since I normally read about 100 pages/hour that is a little surprising. The only reason I bothered to read past the introduction is that I feel it is time to re-evaluate multiculturalism as a doctrine. This book proports to undertake the "biography of a concept" and describe the way that diversity is a "deadening force in America." Unfortunately, it is so chock full of logical inconsistencies, contradictions and absurd conclusions that I can hardly read a page without screaming at the absent author--then writing a treatise of rebuttal on cocktail napkins or receipts or whatever else is handy to vent my disgust. Wood raises one or two interesting points which are neither original nor carefully expounded. He delightfully envokes Madison's "Factions" as a divisive force but carefully ignores Mill's "tyranny of the majority". Wood is so vehement in his criticism of proportional representation it surprise me that he doesn't take on the entire House of Representatives. If this represents contemporary conservative thought, it has rendered the phrase an oxymoron. After 20 more pages I have yelled myself hoarse and will not be finishing this self-indulgent collection of misrepresented scholarship and argumentative claptrap. Its one star is revoked.