by Elena Today, I am angry. I am angry at my loads of unfolded laundry. My procrastination laid out in various colors and sizes. I am angry at the swarm of fruit flies thatrefuse to evacuate my kitchen. I’d rather use my energy elsewhere than clean the dishes. I am angry that I haven’t made my boys … Continue reading
by Angela I said goodbye to my children this week. I would say my foster children, but O told me not to use foster to describe our relationship anymore. A wise one, that girl, at 5. On Sunday they were reunited with their biological family. They’ve gone to live with their great-grandpa in route to … Continue reading
* by Christie Purifoy Give us this day our daily bread … I’ve prayed those words since I was a little girl. I grew up understanding them as metaphor. I wasn’t really asking for bread. As I’ve continued to grow, as I’ve begun to watch my four children grow, I’ve found my faith becoming – not exactly … Continue reading
