I Took My First Breath To the Sound of Gunshots
“No, you’re not going,” said my father, the stinging sternness in his voice only supplanted by his sharp, hard stare.…
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“No, you’re not going,” said my father, the stinging sternness in his voice only supplanted by his sharp, hard stare.…
Continue ReadingTwo years ago, my parents sold my childhood home. Two years ago, I said goodbye to the house where I…
Continue ReadingMy parents have been making life easier for me my whole life. And given the chance, I intend to do…
Continue ReadingIn the 1980s and 1990s, my mom and dad were my Sunday school teachers at different and repeated times throughout…
Continue ReadingYou hear a lot about grief, but not all grief is associated with death. Today as I sit here wondering…
Continue ReadingDear parents of foster parents, I remember when I called my mom and told her I was now raising seven…
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