I’ve written before about my past struggles with eating and body image. One of the most valuable lessons I learned through this issue, though, is

"An Active and Imaginative Life"
I’ve written before about my past struggles with eating and body image. One of the most valuable lessons I learned through this issue, though, is
I have served as a church musician for as long as I can remember and, although I am passionate about this ministry for many reasons,
Horrors.There is no other wordFor the things I have seen,And sat helplessly by—Useless. My own son, ripped from my armsBy a force I could not
Touch me, someone,That I might know you’re there! Greet me, anyone,So I am not aloneIn this dark, dark, darkness. I am begging,Begging for more than
I cannot tellWhat these gestures mean.Why do you all waveYour hands at me? I can only guess atThe words on your lipsAnd can only makeVain attemptsTo
People just keep goingAround, across, Any way they can.Directionless,They do not notice the manWho motionless,Waits. They step over me, Their limbs stretching usefullyEven as they