Adjusting the volume, I pressed the black button on the panel’s surface. The tremor in the woman’s voice struck a chord as words filled the lonely space in the car. “I always thought I had to prove myself–to convince Him that I took my faith seriously.” Images of...
It’s the American dream; a core belief inscribed in looping ink upon the face of the constitution and passed from one to generation to the next. We are “endowed by [our] Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the...
My heart didn’t want to believe the painful truth of the words he spoke. Not my child. Not this unbearable, unthinkable trespassing of an innocent soul. I felt rage swelling in my chest against the one who had caused all of this—a malevolent, murderous rage born of...
I didn’t know her, but the vulnerable thoughts she’d penned pierced my heart. I realized where I was stuck. I was stuck in jealousy–wanting the childhood she had. Wanting. Wishing. But, not having. She spoke of jealousy, but what I heard in those words? Grief....
The girl’s comment penetrated deep. My eyes darted to and fro as I shoved my large, 1980’s glasses up the bridge of my nose. Brushing a loose strand of my Dorothy Hamill wedge into place, I turned away from the knowing looks of the other children and heat...