One person's trash is another person's treasure... and that's ok.
I've written novels and stories because I need to and want to. But lately, I feel like I'm defending my humanity as much as my craft.
I watch and listen--
an old woman on the road
the clerk at the convenience store
children coming home from school
the normal movements of life
ebb and flow
rain and sunshine
day and night
community finding its way
into my heart
and soul
Writer. Pastor. Poet.
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