I was eight the first time I knew my voice was ugly. My cousins and I were playing around with…
When I was a child, sometimes ends would not meet. We would have to put things in hawk (pawn them).…
Every now and then, the work of years clarifies itself into a moment of grace. In May 2012, during my…
Today, my article, “Prayer for Survivors” posted on the Survivor Today site {Go There}. Please check it out and share.…
Activate homing signals! Eight years ago, my baby sister tried twice to take her own life. As I reached out…
There was a lot of hubbub last week as women stepped forward to point out all the bad feelings evoked…
One of the benefits fiction provides is a mental space to heal. As a writer, I may heal from my…
There’s a tiny little story in the Gospel of Luke that has been blown into epic proportions. It goes like…
I was four years old, and crayons were one of the best parts of living. The smell of a fresh…
I grew up in a family with little means. Our furniture was secondhand and practical, but not what you would…