Weird? No, I’m Unique!

Weird? No, I’m Unique!

The Pain of an Artist Despite growing up in a home full of love and acceptance, I was a creative girl who was emotionally unstable. I was filled with insecurity, self-condemnation, and unhealthy perfectionism. I thank God for giving me a creative mind. As an artist, I...
When Home Ceases to Be Home

When Home Ceases to Be Home

I woke up and I forgot where I was. A miniature panic attack took place within me for a matter of seconds 1…2…3… Slowly, I remembered. This was not my pillow; it was too squishy and round. My real blanket had embroidered details of white flowers, not...
Prodigal Son

Prodigal Son

The pigs aren’t his family. But he smells like a pig, is as filthy as a pig, and worse, eats like a pig. No, he doesn’t eat like some gluttonous swine, but he dines with them as if they share a table. Today’s menu is slightly out of routine:  moldy leftovers and this...