
Grief Oblivion
Grief floats through the air like smoke above us, entering our lungs—a breath thief. I look around to see hands wiping tears from eyes, looks
Grief floats through the air like smoke above us, entering our lungs—a breath thief. I look around to see hands wiping tears from eyes, looks
This essay originally appeared on Calla Press Literary Journal. Somewhere between rage-cleaning the kitchen and a ten-minute tidy, I decide it’s time. I reach into
This article was originally published on Core Christianity. The worship song lifted my soul as tears welled up like a dam, ready to be released.
When plunking piano keys and singing at the top of my lungs turned to boredom, I asked to go outside. “Sure, baby. By the way,
Have you ever wrestled with God over a thorn in your side for years? You’ve begged him for relief. You’ve asked him for healing so
This post was written right when I received my diagnosis and knew very little about my condition. Since then, I have discovered that the outlook