Whose Story Are you Telling?

Is it your own story or is it the story that your parents taught you and demanded you tell? I struggle seeing all of my story, I’m not going to lie. I know it’s the truth. I know it happened. And, I struggle with it. I’m not supposed to tell. I am supposed to hideContinue reading “Whose Story Are you Telling?”

An Arduous Climb

Over 30 years ago, I saw a book in my mind’s eye. The book cover had a woman sitting on a cold cement floor in a prison cell with no bed, no toilet and only dim light cascading down on her from a high window that had bars on it. The title of the bookContinue reading “An Arduous Climb”