That was then… When I first met the man who would become my husband, we were both very different people. I was a month shy of 27, did not yet… Read more »
I know my weakness, know my voice… …and I believe in Grace and Choice
Pittsburgh, 1994. The memory assaults me repeatedly, a soft-focused film reel sharpening in moments of stark relief, punctuated by the
I sit in the student commons, listening to snippets of conversation as they float to my ears unfiltered, tuning each voice in and out like so many static-filled radio stations…. Read more »
Why would two people with good jobs, congenial friends, and a home without a mortgage, suddenly abandon all these and at an age when security is the better part of… Read more »
Shards of glass reassembled into a mirror often reflect the truth better… ~ Tom Morello We are shaped by the light we let through us.