Chapter 1

        I grew up on top of a mountain in Tennessee. The twisting road peaked at our humble home. I’d sit on skinned knees and make mud pies until the sun began to nestle into the valley below. It was the two of us against the world of poverty and statistical prophecy. She was a […]

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I Am Not Her

She places herself perfectly in the middle of the room. Everyone’s eyes are drawn to her. She’s a force of nature; a lovely exotic flower. I am not her. She was created somewhere far away within the galaxies above. She sparkles and she shines even with darkness around her. I am not her. Her life […]

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Pouring

This afternoon I had a teen girl reach out to me and ask for advice. She wrote, “How do you inspire people so much and still have anything left for yourself? I need to figure this out because I really think I’m being led to use my writing to help others. But, I need some […]

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Painting With Words

                     I’ve always found solace in the written word. As a little girl I remember feeling my emotions so deeply, but not knowing how to best express myself. I buried feelings deeply and they sat neglected for years. When I turned 10 years old I discovered the art of creative writing. I remember reading a […]

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The Weary

As a child I was intimately aware of people’s tangible and emotional needs. I was raised by my Mama who was a teenager at the time I was born. We lived in a very small home on top of a mountain in East Tennessee. There were wide cracks in the floor and the old windows […]

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Mae

Finding those notes in the shallow wooden drawer meant she was thinking of me. It meant I was loved. I ran to her with my arms stretched out. When I got to her I buried my head in her breasts while she patted the top of my head. “Sugar, ” she said, “I knew you’d […]

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