“What are you going to do with that?” she reached her wrinkled hand across the generations between us and placed it on mine. “Umm. Throw it away?” I said in more of a question…
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“I was first forced into prostitution when I was 11 years old by a 28-year-old man. I am not an exception. The man who trafficked me sold so many girls my age, his house…
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I’d waited weeks for this moment: toes in the sand, waves crashing in the distance, sun warming my soul. I watched as my two-year-old made happy piles of sand in front of me,…
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*See June Service Calendar at bottom of post. I hurt the feelings of someone I love. As unintentional as it was, her heart was bruised nonetheless. The wound was over something simple. Something so…
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Let’s admit it. No matter how good your marriage is, sometimes it needs a fresh coat – like your toes. When you get a great pedicure, do you keep it forever saying, “I have…