I skip, he runs, like best friends do, across the crunchy gravel road, no cares to carry taking us to the mountain of red-orange clay to run and wrestle the dirt that stains the white within an inch of it. I am four, he, five; our friendship igneous by our love of the earth. … Continue reading Red Clay Mountain
This is an excellent question, but the answer may not be what you think. We’ve been told that forgiveness is giving up the right to revenge; that it’s the right thing to do, and if we don’t forgive, that we won’t be forgiven. Visions of hell taunt us if we fail to forgive our abusers … Continue reading How the hell do I forgive someone who abused me as a child?!