"for we do not wrestle against flesh and blood... "

Where do you begin a story that would take years to share? Do you start on the day they held you under the water until you thought you’d drown? What about...

The water is at my feet again. It laps at my toes tempting me to take a plunge. I see the face of this man of many staring back at me....

She walks through the screen door; it creaks the ancient spring biting into the well-worn grooves dragging it back to its familiar resting place. She’s got a hat pulled low hiding...