A Police Station. A Hospice. An Empty Womb.
One who is full loathes honey from the comb, but to the hungry even what is bitter tastes sweet. – Proverbs 27:7 For my flesh is real...
A Police Station. A Hospice. An Empty Womb.
On telling the truth and seeking The Truth.
An Atheist at Church Camp, or, How the Word Does Not Return Void, or, a Hellhound's Hallelujah
On Being a High Needs Child of God
Jesus Loves Me.
Teenagers....
Just lil ole me...
Then and Now
My Dad's Eulogy
Do You Know How Much God Loves Me?!?!
Love leaves all kinds of traces.
The valley.
Steppin' Out.
The longing.
Butterflies.
Nine - could it be divine?!
Rejection and Redemption
The Gospel of Mary Magdalene
The Velveteen Mother
Well, I NEVER...