Distorted

My name is Holly, I am an addict. It does not really matter what my addiction is. What matters is my addiction was what I chose to fill the God shaped hole in my life.  My addiction kidnapped my heart, my soul and my mind. But God. God ransomed me.  I used my addiction to…

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Shattered Like Glass

Part of the spirit dies a little each time it’s asked to carry more than its weight in terror, violence, and betrayal.          Tattoos on the Heart by Gregory Boyle It’s a complicated truth, and people don’t like complications. Set This House in Order by Matt Ruff What does one do with…

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The Trash Run

My surprised skin bumped into the chills of the new fall morning air. Inhaling deeply from its fresh coolness, I steadied my beating heart’s morning aches that were left over from last night’s racing internal discussion about a life and a death. A young 19-year-old woman hung, suspended before my mind with her long, coarse,…

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