I’m ready to write about you now.
You, who have moved out of me, and away.
We burned the cord–the man who helped make you, and the woman who bore you–we burned it between two flames.
Sometimes, child, sometimes, it takes fire to be set free.
I am a writer and teacher, a wife, and a mama of six kids. I write and teach because I have experienced the Presence of the Holy Spirit in the deepest and most shame-filled places of my heart. I write to remember. I write to move forward. I write to offer hope.