Making the appointment felt like a death sentence. Admitting my shaky sensitivities to, of all people, a psychiatrist. An untrustworthy, over-confident, judgmental, intellectual. He was going to tell me how hopeless I was. Look at me like a weak old woman. Send me out limping on both hips. Feeling worse than when I went in.... Continue Reading →
I’m totally distracted in church. Levi (who recently learned to walk) is out of his seat. Attempting to hold his attention and keep him from storming the stage, his Mother breaks the seal of a small shiny bag. It’s crackers. I’m jealous. I’m hungry. But not for food. I hunger to experience the world through... Continue Reading →
I am stuck in an identity crisis. Stuck between who I was told I am, what society tells me I am, who I want to be, and who I was created to be. Esther had the same problem. She was an orphan. Her uncle, Mordecai, took her as his own daughter. She did what she... Continue Reading →
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