We are not given a good life or a bad life. We are given a life. It’s up to us to make it good or bad. -Unknown The hospital smelled of s...

During the hot summer months after the long and toilsome high school year, he pushed me to wake up at four in the morning—the sun just on...

Finding my “passion” was a heavy load throughout the years of my teen-hood. As I clambered through new experiences, I was begging my soul...

You saw me cracked, a soft-colored thing, thin walls. You spackled my wounds with fool's gold, covering the holes with weak beauty, witho...

I gave my sermon through my hands, circling my thumbs in hymnal repetition, every moment of resistance between our skin an outcry from th...