Come with me friend, I’ll motion and sign. I’ll walk slow and if you need to stop I’ll take the time.
My sister prodded. She was brave charging through boundaries turning carts of questions safely hidden in my head. I knew why. I knew. It was an assumption- I'd get married. Have kids... do whatever my parents did. It weighed on me, even at ten. This idea that I would acquiesce my life accepting my fearful… Continue reading I was Much Afraid too
I watched all night. My daughter’s body thrashing. Her mouth yelling vile words. Words she should not know. Her young body was evidently being abused by evil. Something foul was possessing her. Oppressing her. Perverting the beauty I could see in her. I looked away. I needed a break from the visage of my precious… Continue reading I was a dog. He became a worm- A short story inspired by the Syrophoenician woman in Matthew 15
