They did what you never did to me

I know your voice like I know the voices in my head. They are not gentle. They are still breathing down my back, their hands around my neck. This isn’t a conversation; this is an interrogation that I haven’t been able to walk away from yet. I know the beating is coming. I know there...

Guilty as charged

Disclaimer: This post contains language that may offend sensitive viewers. Don’t say that I didn’t warn you.   Number 1 I chatted to someone recently who had been on a church mission trip into a notably rural area. Maybe the question I asked sounded facetious, but it was lined with a deep seriousness and sincerity:...