That’s Just My Depression Talking

Sometimes I feel like I have a split personality. One moment, I am on my knees pleading with God to mold me into the woman He wants me to be. Then, before I know it, I am biting my tongue as impatience and frustration overwhelm me. I started off the week reflecting on this battle... Continue Reading →

putting me in my place

I love books, but once my sister and I began to clean off our shelves, I got caught up in the moment. The book purge culminated with a full car trunk of books being donated to the library. I gave away textbooks that I had kept for more than twenty years. It felt good to... Continue Reading →

No Ifs, Ands, or Buts

I was barely eighteen when a man told me that I was the kind of woman who a man would work seven years for, and then another seven years, like Jacob did for Rachel. It was flattering, and at that young age, I wasn’t too bothered that it was followed by a but. It is... Continue Reading →

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