We live to understand ourselves. Or at least, we try to. That is the great, unfinished project of being human,…
I have known for a long time that I should sit down and watch The Chosen.
Yesterday was my birthday. The first day of another year. Another page turned. Another celebration without you, my future husband,…
Maybe I hate myself. Or maybe it’s not hate, exactly. Maybe it’s doubt dressed up as self-loathing. Maybe it’s a…
I became born again out of fear.
Someone I hold in high regard once looked at me and said,“There’s so much radiance surrounding you. You bring the…
By Victor Mugabe
Dear you,
I’ve never broken a bone. I have never had the pleasure, if you can even call it that, of that…