Raindeer Hunting

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When I was little my dad would go all out for Christmas morning. I’d awaken to the sound of sleigh bells and I’d jump out of bed and run downstairs to see if I could catch the Raindeer in action! I’d look around but all I’d see were the presents the Raindeer brought. I’d run back upstairs and into Dad’s room, pouncing on his bed, telling him that I almost caught the Raindeer and that their were presents downstairs! Dad would get up and carry me over his shoulder down the stairs with me giggling the whole way saying, “Let’s go find us that Raindeer!” He’d put me down and throw open the front door, then he’d announce that he saw raindeer tracks. I’d put my shoes and jacket on while he got a mug of coffee and a mug of hot chocolate for me. Then he and I would got outside and look for the Raindeer, walking carefully with our mugs in our hands.

We’d walk in circles all around our yard following ‘hoof prints’ and bits of red ribbon tied to trees. We never caught the Raindeer but the excitement of looking for him was the best thing about Christmas morning. Dad and I would talk about the Raindeer and ‘wonder’ how it could be so fast. It was a time of laughter and fun that was special because it was time that we spent together. The Raindeer gave us an opportunity to just simply enjoy the moment of being together.

After we were done searching for the elusive Raindeer we would go inside and have breakfast. While we ate we would look at the wrapped Christmas presents in front of the window and talk about what each one could possibly be. Small boxes might hold elephants. Medium boxes might hold foxes. Big boxes might hold a tiny mouse playing the Cello. And on and on the possibilities would be discussed until we were done eating. Then we’d open our gifts and see what the Raindeer had brought.

Those Christmas mornings are now long gone but I keep the memory of them safely nestled within my heart. I miss those times…

Brianna Kenzie Living Out Loud

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OPINIONS OF OTHERS

My name is Brianna Kenzie. The photo to the left is a current pic of myself and one of Treva Throneberry. The picture of Treva Throneberry was from 1991 when she was 22 years old. There are no known recent pictures of her.

In 2001 I was labeled as Treva Joyce Throneberry by legal authorities and the media. In 2001, Treva would have been 32 years of age. I was a teenager at the time in 2001 when I was arrested under the name Treva Throneberry. My life was irrevocably changed. I had no family to step forward and help me to clear up the legal mess. A Forensic DNA Blood Test was done, where my blood and the blood of Treva’s parents, Carl and Patsy Throneberry was compared when I asked the Judge for the DNA Test. The test results concerning Patsy Throneberry and I were inconclusive (relationship could not be determined), however, the test concluded that Carl Throneberry was 99.93% likely to be my biological father. A lot of people including legal authorities jumped on the part about Carl and I and said that it proved that I was Treva Throneberry. The test did NOT prove I was Treva. The test only proved that I was most likely Carl Throneberry’s daughter. In researching on the internet on DNA Sites, I found out that the way that DNA is between male family members can effect the results of the Forensic DNA Blood Test. If a father and son are being tested to see which is the father of a child, both of them can test positive as likely fathers of the child if the person performing the DNA Test doesn’t know that they are father and son. It goes the same for brothers however it is more likely to occur between fathers and sons. Carl Throneberry was the only male in his family to be tested to see if he was my biological father. Do I believe that he is my father? No. I believe that his biological son or one of his brothers are more likely to be my biological father–One of them (not Carl) must have had a relationship with my mother.

As for Treva Throneberry I believe that we are closely related due to our strong resemblance to each other. It is not uncommon for mothers and daughters to resemble each other at certain ages. It is also not uncommon for siblings to resemble each other at certain ages. Is she my mother? I have to say that she somewhat reminds me of my mother but due to my mother dying when I was a young child, I don’t remember her well, so I cannot say that she is my mother. Is Treva my half sister? I’d say that it could be possible but I don’t know. Is Treva my Aunt? I think this is likely possible. The one thing that I can say for certain is that I am a daughter of one of the Throneberry males related to Treva. I’m okay with this; at least I know who part of my biological family is.

As for the age differences between Treva and myself? Treva’s Foster and Medical records from 1986/1987 clearly state that Treva was 5ft 7in tall. Her driver’s license she was issued in 1987 also reflected her height as being 5ft 7in tall. In 1987 Treva was 18 years old. As for me, in 2000 I had a dental and a medical age estimation done by professionals: They said that I was: “late teens to early 20’s”. (They said that they could only estimate within a certain age range; they had x-rays to look at). In 1999 I was 5ft 5in tall. In 2001, I was 5ft 6in tall when I was arrested as well as when I was in prison. I was still 5ft 6in tall in 2003 when I was released from prison. I grew approximately 2 inches in height around 2005. And if you recall Treva’s age, in 2005, Treva would have been 36 years old (way too old to grow in height). Treva and I are definitely not the same person. There are other factors that prove we are not the same person but I am not going to get into it all. I am somewhere around 32 years old now. Treva is 50. I put the picture of myself and of Treva to show the contrast. Unfortunately, there are no known photos of Treva after 1991. I am just addressing the elephant in the room since when my name is looked up online and all the media articles written in 2001 pop up. Those articles were written primarily using conjecture and speculation which is frustrating to say the least. The media exploited not only me but the Throneberry family as well which is reprehensible. I’m sure the media made a pretty penny off of all that conjecture and speculation.

Here are some photos above of Treva Throneberry ranging from 1980 to 1991.

Another elephant in the room: in 2005 I did a legal name change, changing the name Treva Joyce Throneberry aka Brianna Rebecca Stewart to Brianna Kenzie in an effort to have some privacy from the media so I could heal emotionally and move on with my life. I stayed out of the media until 2016 when I was working at a hotel. I was background checked for the night auditor position, they had my fingerprint. The hotel employers knew about the legal mess of 2001. We even discussed it. They lied when they claimed that they didn’t know my background. They had the background report. They said that 15 years had passed since 2001, so it wasn’t relevant. I should of sued them for making it look like I’d deceived them. They also should not require lone female workers to walk around the outside of the hotel building on the overnight shift. To make matters worse the media claimed that I falsely accused a man of assaulting me. I want to clear that up. I was walking around the building as per one of my job obligations as the Night Auditor at the hotel, when a male came upon me suddenly and pushed me against the hotel building. My face was to the building. The man was stocky and a little taller than me. I got away from him; he did not rape me. The police took my report and then when they found a male out walking nearby they asked me to take a look at him. I was driven to the parking lot where the man was being held by police. I told the Police Officer that the man was not the man that had assaulted me. It is not my fault that the police arrested him. I clearly said that it was not the man that had attacked me. I was shocked when I found out that he’d been arrested. Due to all the media crap from 2001, I was made to look like the villain in this incident which is ridiculous. I was a victim of a crime (my face, where I lived, my alleged background should have never been published in the local newspaper article written about the hotel incident.

I realize that there will be some who may disagree with me on things I’ve said and you are entitled to your opinions, I just ask that you keep all comments civil. I am not here to debate what you believe. I am clearly just addressing the ‘elephants’ in the room so that things can move on. It’s been almost 20 years since all the 2001 legal mess… it’s time everyone moved on.

To this day I am still recognized legally under Treva Throneberry’s information. I’ve no idea how to set the record straight and if it’s not sorted out the worst case scenario is that I get to retire from work in 17 years verses 30 something years. I’ve no idea how to get the State to admit they made a mistake. It took 19 years for me to get the adult photo from 1991 of Treva sent to me. One thing I am glad for out of all this: I am glad to know who my biological family is even though I only know part of it.

Here are photos of myself ranging from 1997 to 2019.

My First Book

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I’m so excited to announce that I’ve finally published my first book!!! It has been a long journey from deciding to write the book to overcoming the fear of it not being ‘good enough’ to pushing through and arriving with a book that I feel confident and excited about.

My book can be found on smashwords.com in multiple Ebook formats including Kindle and barnesandnoble.com in Nook book format. Another easy way to find it is to go to walmart.com. If you do not have an Ebook Reader of any kind you can download the Walmart Ebook App(the App is free) and read my book (and many other peoples books that way). The quickest way to find my ebook on these sites since I am one of like millions of authors is to simply put: Chloe by Brianna Kenzie in the search area. I am also working on reformatting my book for paperback sales and will let you know when and where it is when it is up for sale in paperback format.

My Ebook Chloe is only $2.99.

The paperback version of my book can be found on the barnesandnoble.com website for $7.99. (It should be up for sale by January 9th, 2020.

My book is about:

Sadie Jane has worked hard to overcome her past and make something of herself. One quiet morning the life that she’s built will turn upside down when she is summoned to court and walks out the ‘mother’ of a spunky 4 yr-old child named Chloe. A little girl that nobody wants because she has been labeled as an ‘Other’, a child too young to shift into her animal form who has no Shifter Community ties. Now with the support of her family, Sadie must figure out how to be a mom in the midst of political turmoil protesting Shifter rights. Soon however, Sadie and her family cannot imagine their lives without little Chloe. But tragedy strikes when Chloe becomes one of several missing Shifters. Sadie’s faith in God is shaken to the core. Will Sadie and her family ever be whole again? Will the Shifter and Human Communities be able to put aside their differences and help Sadie find her little girl?

Happy Thanksgiving Day

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Thanksgiving Day is more than turkey and pie although when it’s cooking and the aroma is filling the house…it could arguably be a good point. But what I love most about any holiday is the sound of family sharing and talking with each other.

A lot of families push to celebrate the holiday on the exact day which sometimes alienates other family members who can’t take the day off of work to be there. Many married couples are forced to make a choice as to which family to spend the day with. Why do they have to always choose one family over the other? Why not alternate so no one feels left out.

A holiday is special but what makes the holiday special is family. In our family we rarely celebrate a holiday on the actual day it’s on. We celebrate when everyone can be there.

I am thankful for my family that God has so richly blessed me with. Thankful for the love we all share, the smiles and the laughs…Just grateful for all the years I’ve gotten to share with them.

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Hope it’s full of love and laughter. Treasure the smiles and never lose sight of the fact that it’s not the holiday that’s important…it’s your family. Don’t let burnt turkeys or forgotten casseroles spoil your day, whatever day you choose to have it on.

I am thankful for God’s blessings.

Pretend Tea

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When I was little I used to have tea parties with my stuffed animals around my table in the backyard. I’d dress them up for a special day and carry them carefully down the stairs to their seats outside. I would usually dress a bit frilly, putting on my leggings and a colorful play tutu skirt. My favorite was lime green. I even took the time to brush the knots out of my hair…well, most of them anyway before putting on one of each of my favorite sneakers. Then I’d head to the kitchen to get the special treats ready.

Daddy always kept ginger snap cookies for me and I was allowed to have four a day. But on Tea Party Day everyone got two cookies each on a pretty purple or pink paper plate. I would carefully pour water into the paper cups and tell all my friends that it was Pretend Tea, the best tea in the world. Then I’d sit and have my Pretend Tea and gingersnaps all the while telling my friends about the Fairy King and Queen that would soon come to visit…They always came in the Fall when the leaves were so pretty and they would race each other to visit me.

Sometimes Daddy would come home while I was having my Tea Day and at first he would look tired and annoyed. But then he’d change into his favorite jeans and put on his blue shirt then sit down on the rock by the table. I always had an extra cup of Pretend Tea just in case he stopped by to see us. He would ask me how we were all doing and if we were enjoying our treats. He was always kind to my friends.

We’d sit and chat about the Fairy King and Queen and how excited we all were that the leaves were giving them rides. He would be so tired from a long day at work, I could see it lurking in his eyes, yet he sat there at ease with me, smiling and sipping Pretend Tea.

I always ate more gingersnaps than I was allowed on Tea Party Days because my friends asked me to please have theirs since they were so full of Pretend Tea. Daddy would eat like six of them and I would eat eight including my own two.

We’d walk down by the water and he would talk to me about why the sky was blue and the water was a murky green in places. We’d look for squirrels since they would be kind enough to tell the Fairy King and Queen that I could play tomorrow since Tea Day had ran so late. Squirrels and Fairy’s were the best of friends and always helped each other out.

Dad would clean my table and I would carry my furry friends back upstairs to their shelf. I’d put Sabree, my stuffed tiger kitten on my pillow so she could keep watch over everyone. Then, I’d go downstairs and help Daddy with dinner.

I loved Tea Party Days because if I had them late enough in the afternoon I could always count on my dad showing up for Pretend Tea. Pretend Tea was the best I ever had because my friends and Daddy were gathered round. I only had those special days maybe once a week or less if it was Winter but each one was important to me.

I would do anything to sit with my Dad and have Pretend Tea again. He wasn’t perfect but at Tea Time all that mattered was that he was there. I miss him so very much….

Wishful Dreaming for $$$ for Bills and Fun…

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Wishful dreaming has gotten me thru many a bad day. I’ve only gone to Disneyland twice in my life but the memories I have filter through the lens of my mind and help me get thru turbulent waters.

Today I’m wishful dreaming…winning the lottery, paying off all my school loans and oh, my court fees/fines from 2001…and taking my family to Disney World for nine days. Of course, to win the lottery, one must play the lottery. I do not have money to throw away even on a whimsical dream for lotto wins…

For Court fees/fines I originally owed $19,604 in 2001 due to an utter legal mess/debacle. Now despite my paying what I’m able to month after month, year after year, the amount has more than doubled due to interest. 18 years and I’m deeper in debt…from fees/fines that should have never been imposed upon me in the first place. Read my blog posts, ‘Brianna Kenzie Living Out Loud’, ‘Kinship’, ‘In the Silence of the Night’, ‘Modern Day Witch Hunt’, etc…

Will I ever be free of the debt the State holds over my head in the name of ‘Legal Financial Obligations’? It’s bad enough that I was convicted and served time (2001-2003) but to continue to hold fines/fees over my head for 18 years…CAN ANYONE SAY CONSTITUTIONAL ISSUE…. I would but oh, hey, I don’t have the money to hire an attorney… Any attorney out there willing to help? Just thought I’d ask….

On top of the ‘Legal Financial Obligations’ hanging over my head is my Student Loan Debt. Now, I claim full responsibility for my Student Loan Debt. I just can’t pay off this debt either. After the 2001 legal mess/debacle, I went to college first to try and refocus my life.

First, my focus was on Criminal Justice. I went through a few Quarters of classes for it and suddenly realized that I didn’t want to work in the field…I was just trying to understand what had happened to me in the 2001 legal mess…

My second focus was on becoming a Paralegal. I took all the classes and then some. I even did a short internship at a small law firm. I found that I was very good at Legal research and putting cases and case law together in my classes. But during the internship I realized I wasn’t really in a place in my life to be able to be a Paralegal. Court houses made me nauseous each time I had to file documents for the Attorney I was interning under. I came to realize that while the Attorney gave me an opportunity that very few others would have, I knew that if my word came under question, that due to my legal mess of 2001, I would be viewed as not credible.

So, I have a two year Paralegal Degree but even now feel as if I cannot use it. I am in a better place emotionally and mentally than I was back in 2001, and despite what happened to me, I am still an avid lover of the law. If 2001 hadn’t of happened, and in a perfect world, I would have been one awesome kick-ass Defense Attorney! That’s what I wanted to be…before 2001 happened and nearly killed me. Maybe now if I thought my word wouldn’t jeopardize the law firm, I’d apply for a Paralegal position and hope for an Attorney to give me a chance like the one did for my short internship. But due to 2001…there is that issue.

I am grateful for the experience the Attorney gave me by letting me intern in his law office for a couple of months. For his privacy I will not name him, but let it be said, he was a good guy who knew all the mess of 2001 and still was willing to give me a chance. I hold him in high esteem.

I am short of 16 credits so I do not have a Bachelor Degree. I am in debt up to my eyeballs….I see no way out unless I win the lottery of course. But again, I don’t have money to throw into wishful thinking. A dollar is a lot to me right now. But a good $120,000 would take care of at least my Legal Financial Obligations (that I should not owe!) and my School Loan Debt which…I do owe. Sigh.

Hey if anyone out there’s won the lottery, or has excelled in their career and just have extra money laying around… and just wants to give some away… I could certainly use it! (cheeky I know…but oh so true!)

I’m unemployed right now. I’m not lazy. I am trying to kick start my Writing Career, hoping to get my first book self published soon… I can no longer work retail jobs…due to a car wreck I was injured in, in 2015. I was a passenger. I didn’t realize that the back injury I sustained, would make it difficult for me to stand or walk for long periods of time…it just progressively got worse the past couple of years and this year, made me unable to work. BUT I do not qualify for Disability. So, my sudden writing career is a desperate attempt to find something I can do to make money to live on. And I love to write so it’s a great field for me to pursue. Thankfully my sister/best friend won’t toss me out on my bum. We are roommates and I’m grateful for her, thankful for her heart. However, I will feel much better when I can cover my part of my rent and bills again! Oh, we need a car too… my sisters recently stopped working… so somehow I need to help her get a car so she doesn’t have to keep borrowing one… And you know, Ive never owned a car… I WISH I COULD OWN A CAR too! I have a license… Im a good driver…

Again, that wishful dreaming…

Oh the worries of life…and bills…and life!!! I so want to go to Disneyland or Disney World! I wish I could go for two weeks with my Sister and just focus on having a little bit of fun. Everyone deserves fun in their life… but for now I will have to be content to fall back on my memories of my trip to Disney Land. I miss Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. I miss Indiana Jones! I miss Pirates of the Caribbean! I miss…ALL OF IT! Oh how I wish…

Best Friends

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A best friend is someone that accepts you just the way you are, one that stands beside you on the good days and kneels beside you in prayer on the bad days.

I am so grateful for my best friend. God knew that I needed someone like her in my life and I am so grateful that He put her in my path. We are the best of friends and Sisters at heart. What a blessing God has given me.

Eleven years have passed and we are still the dynamic duo. Two of the things I’ve learned from her is how to be a good friend and how to find fun in life.

There’s always going to be both good times and bad times along life’s path but when you have a Sister that has your back, that prays with you and for you, life is a much better place.

I am blessed beyond measure by God and because of Him I have a best friend and sister to help me navigate life.