Ashley LandeA 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...
Ashley LandeOn telling the truth and seeking The Truth.Ever since my ever-so-gentle literary rejection, I’ve been struggling with what to do with my manuscript. Do I relegate it to indefinite...
Ashley LandeAn Atheist at Church Camp, or, How the Word Does Not Return Void, or, a Hellhound's HallelujahThe summer I turned 15, I went to my one and only church camp. I wish I could say I was transformed there, that an altar call drew me...
Ashley LandeOn Being a High Needs Child of God“I just don’t understand,” I wailed, and sucked in a phlegmy breath for the rambling and Scripturally reckless run-on sentence which...