by Tammy Kennington | Jun 30, 2017
Like an old-fashioned nesting doll, my identity seemed buried somewhere within—a series of selves so well compartmentalized that I was unsure of who I’d become. Even as a young child, I was adept at acknowledging only those feelings and thoughts that I...
by Tammy Kennington | May 4, 2017
The dark moments in the past have a strange way of remaining alive and, while I’d thought moving ahead meant leaving them behind—discarded in the emotional trash heap–I’ve discovered the unexpected. God can use all of it. In His hands, anything—and...
by Tammy Kennington | Apr 3, 2017
The sounds of celebration and revelry rang in stark contrast to the dull feeling of isolation growing large and heavy in my chest. While men and women laughed and swayed in time to the strains of music, I pasted on an obligatory smile and engaged in meaningless...