If we were sitting together, this is where I’d pour us a cup of something warm.
This is a place for the stories we live through, the ones that stay with us, and the quiet moments in between.
I come from a long line of storytellers. I’ve spent much of my life paying attention to the moments that slip past unnoticed—the ones shared around kitchen tables, in passing conversations, or long after the moment itself has ended.
Deception doesn’t begin with a lie. It begins with our need to believe.
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A true account of control, courage, and the cost of walking away.
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A quiet story about childhood, memory, and growing up too fast.
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Pull up a chair. These are the stories that keep finding their way back to me.
Sunday Afternoon Musings
I love the Bible story of the children of Israel. I picture them gathering their families and their flocks before leaving Egypt. And I picture their exodus from bondage.
Not the dramatic movie version with music swelling and Moses raising his arms to part the Red Sea. No, I picture the morning after they walked across the Red Sea on dry land. The first morning they woke up free.
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