Forever-Altered Landscape

One recent morning, a memory of the smell of the Cape Cod shoreline seared across me so sharply I almost gasped.  Our memories of place can have this effect on us.  After decades in the southwestern desert, I still miss the scarlet reds of east coast maple trees in autumn so much that I sometimes…

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Welcome to the New Face of Sex Trafficking

We are sipping coffee near the courthouse. I’ve just witnessed a man plead guilty to a felony charge: trafficking a minor.

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An Ordinary Morning

Finished with my morning routine and clutching my phone, coffee, and keys, I ran out the door, rounding the corner of my apartment and carefully stepping through the grass to get to the parking lot.

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How Fighting Sex Trafficking Brings Shalom

I drive between two towns frequently and have my eye on an abandoned home. I will call it Middle Grounds, the coffeehouse I dream of opening.

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The Hippopotamus and The Holy Spirit

“Hello, my name is Robert”, spoke a tall statured middle aged man. I paused and reciprocated the greeting with the exchange of my name, and we discussed a bit about our professions.

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Waiting For Him In The Thin Places

Once a year my body succumbs to illness. I shouldn’t complain; I have a strong immune system. I am grateful. But the timing is always off.

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On Girls and Small Stories

Four girls gaggle in the back of our van as I eavesdrop. They discuss Donald Trump, Miley Cyrus, the status of their braces, and length of their earrings.

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To the Come Back Kid

March 17, 2016 Dear Come Back Kid,

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Shame and Grace Exist for Each Person Involved in Sex Trafficking

Nine mug shots appeared in our local paper’s headline story this week.

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