Don’t Jump to Conclusions; Jump to Grace
Edward was in line to get gifts for his kids. He was young, maybe 25. Black hair, brown skin, dark eyes. His accent was Hispanic. He watched us white ladies…
Read moreWhere’s the Book Inside You?
We ran into each other again at Manna House a few Wednesdays ago. It’s where we usually see each other these days. Cowboy and I first met in his homeless…
Read moreWelcome the Outsider
Have Enough Favorites? Brian brought me Vietnamese spring rolls Thursday night. He had made spring rolls a couple weeks earlier and brought them to our English as a Second Language…
Read moreAfter Death, More Life
As if on cue, the mother died, too. Exactly two weeks after her son. We lost our friend Stan on March 15. He first went to the hospital for a…
Read moreKeep Out? Not Always
The writing on the wall said keep out. But there was more to the story. Isn’t there always?
Read moreNo Dead End Here
Meet Charles. This was once his granny’s house. Charles grew up playing around these trees in Panama City. Now this was all his. Until Hurricane Michael tried to blow it…
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