The Good Fight

When I was younger, I didn’t get into a lot of trouble, although my peers constantly seemed to find it. They were suspended or disciplined for fighting, but I shied away from it. I won’t paint the picture to reflect that I was a “goody two shoes,” but I will say that I wasn’t muchContinue reading “The Good Fight”

Living with lions

Sometimes I feel like Daniel in the lion’s den. Wrongfully convicted and thrown away, waiting to be devoured. I’ve often questioned, what have I done wrong, or where did things go wrong, because in my eyes, I thought I was doing everything right! Yet and still, I continue to wonder, while trying everything possible toContinue reading “Living with lions”