SISTERS THREE

There seems to be a problem, it’s a big problem and it’s a little rude and you might go so far as to say sometimes even cruel. Okay,...

This is a poem God gave me during a particularly trying time in my teenage years. A time when I thought God had abandoned me and left me...

I remember the first time a butterfly landed on my finger. How its tiny legs felt funny when it crawled up my arm. Then it flapped its...