Memories of The Redhead: Mama was a Dancing Woman
It has been two years. Four days. 23 hours and 37 minutes, give or take a few, since I last spoke to The Redhead. 734 days. 63,502,635 seconds. I don’t even know what I’ve done with all that time....
View ArticleGrace & Poetry
You need to know how God-infused this journey has been. I arrived at WAMU station early. We actually went to the wrong floor but some British chap noticed how lost we looked and offered to escort us...
View ArticleFifty Shades of Grey: Masturbation of the Mind
The young prosecuting attorney called me into his office. “Take a look at these,” he said, handing me a stack of photos. We’d just left the courtroom where a sex offender was given less than five years...
View ArticleDawn of a New Birthday
The dawn of this day began with a flight west. Headed home. Home used to be the place where my mother lived, but that was decades ago. Before she up and moved off West. She was trying to stay a...
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