I sit close by my sister; yet not close enough, for the Atlantic lies between.
Life happens at intersections. Fragments of the tangible material, gently held in the beauty of the communal, stitched into the mystery ...
These words are for the valiant men who are not afraid to speak of their struggles; your courage inspires us.
We are all broken. We oft proclaim this truth loud and bold.
“Masks can be beautiful on the surface, but steal the heart of joy; yet stunning is the one who isn’t afraid of her ...
“you carry your snare everywhere and spread your nets in all places. You allege that you never invite others to sin.
Battle scars from fighting the voice, which names, blames and shames, like shards of glass piercing through my mind.
It hovers over our Christian female communities and plagues us with the implications it poses on our lives. An almost-obsession and an ...