Invisibility. I have a love/hate relationship with that word.
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Invisibility. I have a love/hate relationship with that word.
Read MoreWhen I was in fifth grade, my parents separated. My mom picked us up from school one day, she took me to the doctor (I had strep) and then my two sisters, my brother, and myself went to the park.
Read MoreI’m in a bible study this semester and one of the assignments was to write a Psalm. We had to think about who God is, who we are, and the things we are thinking about God.
Read MoreBeing present is a struggle for me. Growing up in a chaotic and angry home, being present wasn’t safe. I hid.
Read MoreWhen I was a little girl, I sang “He’s got the whole world in His hands” and I would picture God’s actual huge hands holding our world.
Read MoreTomorrow I open my classroom door for another year.
Read More“You need to focus on letting go of this bitterness and forgiving one another,” the counselor says, almost every week.
Read More“I feel like I wasted my time”, I said to my mom through tears.
Read MoreA poem by Kacy Davis
Read More“Here she comes, Miss America…” I can still hear my Papa sing it, as he did every time I walked into the room.
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