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Girls Nights
Every girl needs ’em.
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The Awkward Evangelizer
“Girls, I am not good at evangelizing.” I admitted this during girls night on Tuesday and was relieved when their response was a chuckle and a “Yeah, I am not either.” We admitted we…
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“These children make their way into my dreams at night. With their yellowed, leathery skin, white eyelids, croup like cough and persistent sores, they reflect the consequences of inaction to a catastrophe that was…
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Mt. Trashmore
It’s the start of dusk and I am walking toward my car in a downtown district. The encroaching evening is beautiful, one that brings about bare shoulders and clinking glasses among friends. I am…
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What the Casey Anthony case taught me.
For the past couple of weeks it has been the same thing as I walk through the garage door after a long day at work. I hear the sound of some distraught news reporter,…
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Playground
We challenge the skies, mountains, oceans and untouched wilderness. We are such dreamers in this world, attempting to prevail and conquer. Posting our flags with such pride. Yet, some fail in the face of…
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Rest
“REST” has been written and i am grasping the prescription, refusal on my tongue. i turn to continue the futile digging, this incessant searching for this exclamation marked epiphany. i scratch at the bottom and…
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>Kentucky Avenue
>It has been a week and one day since I had been in Joplin, Missouri. A week and one day since leaving my fingerprints on the utter destruction that had laid before me. A…
breanna lane 