A Rightful Anger at the Loss of a Friend

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On a sunny day in April the air blows through the sunroof of my car. I sit in the driver’s seat with a pounding in my chest as I prepare myself to talk about John. Regret floods my mind as I consider skipping today’s session. I would rather go home and eat a pint of Ben and Jerry’s, hide under a blanket and drown out my feelings with a Bollywood classic. I wait for the clock to say 1 minute ‘till my appointment, and then I go in.

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When Easter Doesn’t Feel Hopeful

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This Easter was difficult and full of unexpected pain.

It seemed like as everyone was talking about the death and resurrection of Christ, for some reason I grew increasingly tired of it. Read More