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.
A Child’s Conversation on a Plane
Why are we so high?
We’re going above the clouds!
Mummy, we’re above the world!
Look at the clouds, Mummy!
We’re above the trees now!
Mummy, why did you say
Goodbye, Daddy?
Was your Daddy here?
Can I have a snack?
Why are you crying, Mummy?
We’re going home, right?
Isn’t the sun pretty, Mummy?
Look! It’s so bright!
Writer. Pastor. Poet.
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