Angst, religion, the entire system. Last week a friend adding something challenge to that system. My anger and rage; God knows me by name. Surges of words rush forth, and lips smack them back.
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Angst, religion, the entire system. Last week a friend adding something challenge to that system. My anger and rage; God knows me by name. Surges of words rush forth, and lips smack them back.
Read MoreI lie still, my back pressed into the blankets on the summer sheets, arms clasped across my chest, eyes closed. I cross my feet. Sinking, sinking, not drowning. Gravity compels the air to form to my body, enclosing me, swaddling me. As my body floats, the bed disappears.
Read More“You need to focus on letting go of this bitterness and forgiving one another,” the counselor says, almost every week.
Read MoreMy husband recently returned from Onsite’s Living Centered Program.
Read MoreWhose car is that? I wondered silently.
Read More“This isn’t what we planned. It doesn’t look like we hoped. We need to make changes in our budget and serious decisions about our finances.”
Read MoreHe thought he was right. I KNEW that I was right.
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