Her Story

I am the daughter that Jesus loved, at least that’s who I identify with in the Bible. My Grandmother’s name was Ruth. Of course, I see many connections, but this is my story from my point of view. Doing my best, I feel blessed. And I feel loved. The Bible, I believe, has been changedContinue reading “Her Story”

Realization

Sitting with a good friend, Kay laughed at the memory of how she used to sharpen her nails into little points and apply iridescent pink polish to them.  “You wore nail polish?” he said, looking at her now jagged nails. “That was when I had more time,” Kay said, looking down and balling her hands.Continue reading “Realization”