As i stood on the porch, sweaty and miserable, I let the tears roll down my face as they wished. And something dark and small felt like it was beginning to grow deep inside me.
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The Irvin Effect
The only time I saw him stay awake during a sermon was one July…
Hair Washing. Or Not.
Example of a girl who needs a “mom.” Reina has beautiful dark brown hair. Long and silky. And then, for some reason I never figured out, she stopped washing it. I wanted to ask her if she needed something. Shampoo? Before I got the chance, the school counselor told me there was something going on […]
Indiana Part Two
As I was thinking about Indiana, I realized I hadn’t addressed the old adage, “You can’t go home again.” Well, that’s pretty much crap because we are a mobile society, and of course, you can go home again. It’s what you may find changed you have to be ready for. At seventeen, I wasn’t. I […]
