Skin

Hope is in the bittersweet – she waits among failure, dances among the depressed. Hope carries a small flashlight in grief, totes a silver lining in the wake of anguish. She lives, she breaths: Hope is human.

Vivir: Conversations With My Inner Child

“I saw a child crying; amidst every drop was a shimmer of hope.” Each Thursday, I like to listen to a podcast called, “On Being.” A few weeks ago, I heard featured guest Maria Popova talk about her philosophy of …

FEATURE OF THE WEEK! A Discussion on Feminism & Faith

Hello readers! I always love sharing my Wednesdays with you. Today is feature-of-the-week day! I’ve decided to share the post of a fellow writer and friend of mine who I admire and respect named Nephtalie Lesperance. Her blog, “Sacred Loved …

Divine Intervention

Rise I heard a voice whilst drowning: Water in my lungs, Feeling the life escape me. Rushing toward me with warmth, The voice was soft and low. I felt an arm pull me, Up and Up and Up. The surface …