Photographic manipulation produced this pic of me with my son, Stuart. When the image popped up from some memory capsule…
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Of Cornbread and Love
The fine flour covered her hands as she blended it with the smallest amount of oil which started out in…
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A Hard Question
With tears dripping down her cheeks, she asked how I handle the question of how many children I have. After…
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Comforters Comforting
Surviving profound loss is a life lesson learned by necessity at the lowest point of our lives. It’s like falling…
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Held
Just beyond the lights of the distant house, the ocean meets the sky seamlessly, as if they are one. The…
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This World is Not Our Home
I am the mom of a fifteen-year-old black son. He is an amazing gift. He’s loves Jesus, and he’s smart,…
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