On (Finally) Saying Stop

At some point, you will have to look in the eyes of fear and shame and whatever else it is that nags at your soul and say, “Stop.” Nobody else will do it for you. Nobody else can do it for you, really, since your life is your life. Your voice is your voice. Your relationship with […]

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on being His

On my first day of fifth grade, I walked into a new school with my plaid uniform, button-down shirt, and grey knee high socks. Hugging my books with both arms, I nervously found a desk with my name on it and slipped into the seat. I scanned the classroom for a friendly face, but most fifth graders weren’t […]

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