My Plan Not My Purpose

The apartment is gravely positioned down a stretch of road littered with trash on both sides. On any given night it would not be safe to walk alone. Weeds have overgrown with a wilderness that mimics the very people that lived there. The apartment buildings exhibit an exhausted appearance of a woman once pretty but... Continue Reading →

If the church doors could talk…

Creative writing about real issues of life. She is pacing back and forth outside of the historical church doors. It is a cold brisk night with few people moving around. The weather has kept most people inside. The church is empty as the time for churchgoers has long passed. Now standing facing the church doors the... Continue Reading →

Our Daughters

She is a beautiful vivid flower that requires blooming. She stands out in the box of closed minds. She withers in the presence of weeds that smother her roots and stunts her growth. The soil that is to nurture her is filled with foreign unfamiliar objects that her young roots do not understand. But she... Continue Reading →

Mist of the Rubble

Standing up in the mist of the rubble has proven difficult for most. Many of us have taken up refuge in the middle of the rough edges and broken pieces of friendships, marriages, communities, dreams, and success. We have been trapped in what seems like the bottom of a building collapsed by the instability of... Continue Reading →

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