She walks on wounded feet, carries white roses to the willow by the pond on the hill: three roses, the number of those…
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The most basic personal need of each person is to regard himself as a worthwhile human being.Dr. Lawrence J. Crabb, Jr. All my…
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My earliest clear memory of my mother goes like this: I was four years old, and I loved to swim. My mother took…
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Ten years ago in Mexico, I sat beside my best friend in the backseat of a crowded van watching the mountains of Querétaro as…
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If you noticed me taking your photo as you walked away hand-in-hand, you probably thought I was creepy. Hopefully, you simply assumed I…
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On the nights when God is silent,she curls up against the dark,her breath a thorn embedded in her throat.At last, all the questions spiral downinto…
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It is dusk, the evening of the day that I should have arrived in Wenatchee for a week of the most beautiful…
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I was twelve years old when my father was diagnosed with a brain tumor. It was one of the most terrifying and lonely…
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This is something I’ve been thinking about a lot lately: how people drift apart without even intending to, and how as that distance…
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