Daughter of Missing Mom frustrated by lack of Answers & Justice

Case submitted and narrated by Jessica Borreson (Daughter of Theresa)

Theresa Ann Davidson-Murphy was born in California (USA) on 5/15/65 born in California. She would go missing on (October 7th, 1999) in Rainier, Oregon (USA) after my mom and I moved from Washington . She left her job house everything to live where Richard wanted to. Well I had just turned 13 years old and my mom took me to Richard’s (her husband) cousin’s house so his daughter and I could go to Washington to play volleyball. That was Thursday, my mom said she would be back on Tuesday to pick me up…she never showed up i last spoke to my mother that Saturday when I called the house and she said everything was fine. Richard said he was up north camping .. I called the house over and over trying to get a hold of my mom..no answer the following week on Sunday Richard answered the phone said he would be over to get me he didn’t know where my mom was.. He still didn’t come until the next day.. He owned a construction and pest control business and if you have ever seen one you know there vans aren’t clean well. When he showed up his can was spotless clean, only a green rain coat. He automatically started to bad mouth my mom saying she used drugs. My mom is not the type to up and just leave .. When Richard and I pulled up in the driveway at our house, my mom’s truck was there and all the camping stuff was still at the bottom back of the storage shed.. He told me he contacted hospitals, police and everyone to try to find my mom. He told me I could go love with my dad or he could pay $5000 for me to stay with him… He wouldn’t let me take any of my mothers stuff. His words were. If she comes back she will need it..

He refuses a polygraph, he has a new girlfriend a month later. He is no help neither, are the detectives.

Another Bad Man Gets Caught

It was on November 30th, 2010, when 64 year old Sherry Black was found stabbed to death inside her bookstore, B&W Billiards and Books at 3466 S. 700 East in Salt Lake City Utah. Nearly a decade later, an arrest with the help of DNA and good old fashioned police work has caught her killer. Twenty Nine year old Adam Duborow. Good job Law Enforcement.

https://www.deseret.com/utah/2020/10/10/21510921/news-cold-case-police-make-arrest-in-decade-old-sherry-black-murder-case-salt-lake

A Young Woman and her friend go Boating in Long Island Sound…he’s found deceased…she’s still missing.

It was early Sunday morning on May 27th, 2018 when 21 year old Sofia Mckenna and her friend Spencer Mugford (age 20) disappeared off the coast of Connecticut, near Avery Point in the town of Groton. That morning Sofia’s mother received several missed phone calls from Spencer’s phone number but she was asleep and unable to answer them. Spencer did not know Sofia’s mother’s phone number and Sofia’s phone was in her car parked at the UCONN Avery Point Campus. No calls were made to 911 from Spencer’s phone. It is believed that the two friends either took a kayak, sailboat or paddleboard out to Ledge Light. A picture posted on Spencer’s snapchat revealed they may have reached the Ledge Light Landmark in the Sound. Spencer’s body would later be found on Friday, June 8th. Autopsy revealed that he had drowned. However, Sofia remains missing and family and friends believe that she may have been kidnapped or murdered. Most of all they want answers To learn more about this case visit the facebook page dedicated to finding her.

Disappearance of College Student a Mystery nearly a 100 Years later..

Frances St. John Smith was born in 1909 to wealthy parents in New York City, New York. Her parents, St. John Smith and Florence Howland, were descended from families who sailed to the United States on the Mayflower and are very well-established names on the East Coast. Her parents had high hopes for Frances and her brother, St. John Smith, though only the latter would go on to achieve them. By 1928, Frances was missing and presumed dead.

https://www.reddit.com/r/TrueCrime/comments/iwiqkn/frances_st_john_smith_vanished_from_her_dorm_room/

Gone, Baby, Gone….

Jovanna Stacey Crawford never had a chance. A chance to grow up with her mother, brother and extended family. Not even two years old, the Bridgeport, Connecticut toddler was last seen by a male baby sitter named Ronald Garrett (her mother’s then boyfriend ) on June 5th 1981 in the tough P T Barnum Housing Project in the 80 block area of Taylor Drive. The boyfriend claimed that Jovanna’s great grandmother had sent a boy around the age of 10 to 11 years old to fetch Jovanna and bring her to the great grandmother who lived nearby. The boy was described as being of African ancestry with small braids in his hair. Jovanna was never seen again.

There have been questions in Garrett’s story. Family members claim that they never sent a young boy to get Jovanna who was not quite two years old. He would be convicted of felony risk of injury to a minor and would serve a year in prison. His story has never changed, and Jovanna if alive today would be in her forties. For more information about this case visit http://charleyproject.org/case/jovanna-stacey-crawford

IF you have any information about the case please call Lt. Christopher Lamaine at the Bridgeport (Connecticut) Police at (203) 581-5183.

Late Goodbye…. Poets of the Fall


In our headlights, staring, bleak
Beer cans, deer’s eyes
On the asphalt underneath
Our crushed plans and my lies
Lonely street signs, power lines
They keep on flashing, flashing by
flashing by……


And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye


Your breath hot upon my cheek
And we crossed that line
You made me strong when I was feeling weak
And we crossed, that one time
Screaming stop signs, staring wild eyes
Keep on flashing, flashing by
Flashing

And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye

The Devil grins from ear to ear when he sees the hand he’s dealt us
Points at your flaming hair, and then we’re playing hide and seek
I can’t breathe easy here, unless our trail’s gone cold behind us.

‘Til in the john mirror, you stare at yourself grown old and weak

And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye, such a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night
It’s a late goodbye

It’s a late goodbye
And we keep driving into the night…

A Long time ago….. this song was the theme song on our website back when it had a different name. One of my favorite tunes of all time…. (but not the favorite)

New Book reveals Information about one of New England’s Most Infamous and Mysterious Disappearances….

Joan Carolyn Risch by all accounts was a happily married mother of young boy and girl who was pregnant with her third child to her husband Martin. However, on October 21, 1961, Joan would vanish leaving questions unanswered for decades. According to library records, Joan had taken out books weeks earlier on disappearances and how to remove oneself from society. Did she leave behind her life as a loving mother to escape with a new lover? Or perhaps something more sinister happened as there was large amounts of blood found in her home. Did she try to perform an abortion on herself? Or was she a victim of foul play.

True Crime Author Michael Bouchard obtained the case files which are over 5000 pages thick and wrote a book about what he believes happened to Joan Risch the day she disappeared. Masquerade: The Joan Risch Cold Case – A Cops Perspective