The Encounter

I 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.

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Marriage, Conflict, and My Side of the Street

“You need to focus on letting go of this bitterness and forgiving one another,” the counselor says, almost every week.

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A dream born in suffering

“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.”

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