My church and why I hate it

I know from the title the assumptions are already flying but bear with me. My church. This is the first time I’ve ever says those words. My church. It’s mine. It’s not where I go. It’s not our church, not my family’s church. No, it’s […]

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and on wednesdays, we wear hurt

I know…Wednesday is long gone (like yesterday). And I also know how the line really goes- “And on Wednesdays, we wear pink.” I would love to just wear pink and call it a day. But I can’t breathe. My heart hurts. I want to cry […]

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generations

I stood there mindlessly peeling hardboiled eggs, listening to the chaos in the background. It may have been mindless work but my brain was in turmoil, fighting through more than I can describe. I could hear the kids fighting, older brother picking on little sister […]

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