He Called Me Daughter

There was never any question. The moment I said I do up in front of that church, I not only became the wife of my husband, I became the daughter of his father.   To my bruised and fragile heart, it came as a healing balm.   For eight years, I was honored to carry that … Continue reading He Called Me Daughter


The laundry is spinning and drying again, another load tossed in and another one folded.  The monotony of the mundane has been what I've craved in the last 24 hours...as though I'm afraid to run out of dirty clothes because if I do, things won't feel normal again.The sarcastic part of me sighs, really? Run … Continue reading Bulletproof