The Same Dead End

I pound my fist against the chain link fence– Anger boiling up into a scream of rage. Again and again and again, I’m at this same dead end. It’s all familiar territory. We circle round and round, And it always leads here. I’m at this same dead end.

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Embracing the Blessing.

I was in fourth grade when I first experienced the beauty of community.

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The Courage to Wrestle.

The date had been on the calendar for months. My oldest nephew and his soon-to-be-bride were celebrating with an engagement party at my sister’s house.

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