A New Kind of Comfort Zone

Today marks one month. Right now I hurt in a place where no one can reach. They can recognize my pain, but not reach it. They can find it, but can’t fix it. I’m being swirled through a current of darkness, and, at any given moment, I can be reduced to a sack of sobs. […]

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The Hairy-Armed Angel (& Other Stories of Sisterhood)

The first angel I ever met had hairy arms. In fact she was the hairiest woman I’d ever seen. I was working at a Christian gift store and the first thing I noticed about her was her arm. She’d placed it on the counter in front of me and I looked up from the register […]

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