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Kim Stage Bourgeois and I connected because we have something uglyuglyugly in common.

Our sisters’ were murdered by narcissistic, monstrous men.

Here is Kim & Kelley’s Story:


~~On September, 2015, I answered the phone and heard, “Kim, Kim, Kelley is dead!” That was the beginning of this horror story, the murder of my beautiful sister, Kelley Stage.

My sister, Kelley, was my baby. She was 10 years younger, and I absolutely adored her. She was the best gift my parents ever gave me. (sorry to my younger brother, Lenny, whom I also love.)

My sister met the so-called love of her life in 2003 or 2004. It truly doesn’t matter. It was love at first sight for her. I remember thinking it was like a fairytale.

Little did I know she fell in love with the DEVIL.

Soon after we got to know the monster, I recall how arrogant, self-centered, and in love he was with himself.

And he also loved all of the attention he received during his stint in minor league hockey.

My sister married the monster in 2006.

I stood up for her as she took her vows, the same vows that would eventually kill her.

Life continued and my sister seemed happy. The monster was financially doing well and he never lost when he gambled. Just ask him. Everything always worked out for him. He would go away for weekends and return with lavish gifts for my sister.

Those gifts covered his many infidelities.

My sister had two beautiful children; a girl and a boy.

I remember questioning her about the monster’s flirty ways and his arrogance. Her response was, “That’s just Tom. Look at how good my life is!” Little did she know that the monster was planning her murder as he was too cowardly to do it on his own.

He was actually in my house eating dinner the week before he had my sister murdered.

My sister had gone to bed Monday night after putting her kids to bed.

She was awoken at approximately 11:30 PM by being stuck in the head with a handle of an ax.

The first hit was supposed to render her unconscious. It didn’t.

She jumped up pushing the intruder and ran. She was yelling for her daughter to run, too.

Her daughter tried to wake her mother up, but she lay there dying. She took her little brother from his crib and hid in her room until her daddy miraculously appeared.

The murderer called 911.

He never tried to help my sister.

He called me and said, “Kim! Kim! Kelley is dead.”

What kind of monster hires somebody to kill his wife while his beautiful children are home?

Thomas Scott Clayton was found guilty of murder in both the first and second degree on 2/22/17 and sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole. His appeal was affirmed on 8/22/19.

The other monster who brutally murdered my sister was Michael Beard. He stated, “Tom told me not to burn down the house with the children inside.

What a guy.

My husband and I are raising my sister’s beautiful children, which I thank God for daily.

My pain has now become my passion.

There are many forms of Domestic Violence.

My sister’s abuse was financial and mental.

She was beat down and settled for things she NEVER would’ve settle for.

Silence ALLOWS Violence.

I will forever be her VOICE.


Kelley’s Big Sister.

Kim Stage Bourgeois

Clarification from Kim: ( I would like to clarify that Thomas Clayton TOLD Michael Beard to burn down the house knowing that his wife and children were inside. Michael Beard the hired hit man was the one who would not burn the house down with the kids in it. He would kill Kelley but not her children)

Thank you, for sharing, Kim. I Love you. Xx

Do you have a story to tell?

If so, contact My Inner Chick.

Domestic Abuse HOTLINE: 1 800 799 7233

You Are Not Alone.

You Are Loved.

You Are Rising.

Remembering Kelley:

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A Letter To The Little Girls


When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about… there is a field. I’ll meet you there —Rumi

Photo by Mary Petiet


~How can I possibly begin this letter?

I have so much to say, so many words inside, which are crammed, arguing, scratching one another, and dying to be released.

I guess I’ll begin with “I’m happy you were born.” humanity needs you now more than ever & I truly believe you are here at the perfect time.

You may hear the world is going to HELL in a hand basket, but I don’t believe it. I believe together, all of us girls, well, we can alter the direction of our country, our communities, our lives.

Society will tell you you’re not good enough, smart enough, thin enough, pretty enough

They will say will need to stay young, get shots of Botox, buy expensive face creams, go on Weight Watchers, eat Kale, play stupid, and fit into a size 2.

They will say you will never be satisfied until you look a certain way, have Kim Kardashian’s ass and Beyonce’s bank account.

It’s all bullshit.

What they should be telling you is to utilize your brain, your thoughts, your brilliance, your ideas.

What they should be telling you is to discover your passion and purpose. Make a difference precisely where you are.

Where there is life—There is hope.

You must believe this or you will live in darkness. That’s the whole truth and nothing but the truth.

And by the way, you must know this—Some men will try to own you, but you are un-ownable and cannot be confined or caged, even by your parents.

Some of these men will demean, belittle, and minimize your worth. They will try to convince you it’s a man’s world, that they are in control. These men will rape you with their entitlement and religion and power.

It’s all bullshit.

You are the one in Control.

You are the one who will decide your destiny.

You are the one who can tilt the axis of the earth.

Here is the secret nobody is telling you.

You don’t need the things society is trying you sell you.

You have the Power to rise exactly where you are, as you are.

Okay. That’s that. For now.

I will meet you there!


— Love, Kim


In Memory of Kay

KimKay-That’s How It Always Was


~~~~~~In the beginning, there was you.

You loving me. You interwoven inside my being like my own blood pumping thru my body

You never judging my bad judgment. You hurrying to my house on 65st and Cody when I lost my job, my uterus, my mind. You sending flowers for weird occasions like when I got my wisdom teeth out!

Always, “YOU.”

KimKay. That’s how it was. Remember?

Nobody ever appreciated me like you, believed in me like you.

Loved me like you.

I haven’t seen your face for 3297 days, Kay.

Losing you has been the blackest, darkest, ugliest, saddest time of my life.

But it’s also been a time of reflection & vibrant light; a time of purpose and meaning; a time of knowing the presence of God.

OH, and I REALLY miss telling you my secrets. Who can I spill my guts to now? Who can I be honest with? Who will still accept me?

For example, I went quite insane after your execution. I tried to become an alcoholic, but I hated not remembering. I tried to become suicidal, but the love on life was more powerful than the love of death.

I tried reading your journals, but every page, every sentence burned into my skin like acid.

I wrote words to fill the void. I wrote syllables to ease the sting.

I kept writing and writing until even my organs emptied out…

My liver falling to the yellowed tiled floor.

There will never be enough words to make me whole again.


Sometimes when I’m lying in bed, my heart thrusts so damn loudly that it startles me.

I know it’s a reminder, just in case I’ve forgotten, that I’m Alive.

And here’s another secret you may not know, Kay– I’m living without you, but you’re still here, your soft pink cheek pressed against my cheek; your voice whispering inside my ears.

You see, that’s the thing about death; you’re never really gone. The love remains inside, outside, and in-between the betweenness.

I find that astonishingly, amazingly beautiful. Don’t you?

~~~~Are you being abused verbally, physically, sexually, emotionally?

Help is available.

You. Are. Loved.


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