The Road of Forgiveness

It was my senior year of college, and I was one month into my walk with God. I had a fresh sense of awe and gratitude tangled with curiosity. I retreated to a coffee shop where I snuggled into some pillows on a stoop in front of a large window. Next to me was my…

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A Time to Dance

During fourth grade, my Mom signed me up for an entire year of jazz class.

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Uncanny Space

I’m unsure of how to start the conversation about honor.

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We’re All Mad Here

So, it’s almost over…January 2015. How’s it been for you?

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