Persistent Widow, Luke 18

Abba, Father, silence the inner-critic and what remains? my Manifest Destiny? foreign lands and growing pains? as in the pains of child birth which even my physical body has yet to know? I will surely groan all the days of my life when patience claims it's victory. YOU tell me there is more to me than what... Continue Reading →

Boys Don’t Cry

(2,446 words, 9 minutes) Tommy, my brother, cries those wide-mouthed, silent cries. Voice barred, he locks down on his vocal cords; all the while, his insides feeling as though they might explode. He locks down like a disturbed child who follows the rules and stays in his house as he watches the trap door clack shut on... Continue Reading →

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