by Tammy Kennington | Aug 17, 2014
He meant well. They shouldn’t spend much time together. She has a disorder–bipolar. I winced when I heard the words because he didn’t know about us. We understand the stigma…the struggle…the pain swelling on the inside–but still...
by Tammy Kennington | Aug 11, 2014
Standing on the outside, looking in…the screen joins bold color with life as sharp as glass. I can’t bear the pain in the cries of women mourning over bleeding children as smoke from the rockets spreads across cities. Still, the truth of those...
by Tammy Kennington | Aug 7, 2014
I always wanted to change the world. When I was younger and more of an idealist, I considered the Peace Corp. Then, I explored social work and psychology. Maybe I’d make a difference if I could rescue families from difficult circumstances or offer words of...