Red Clay Mountain

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

How the hell do I forgive someone who abused me as a child?!

 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?!