came the storm. And we weren't ready. Our stronghold was more of a prison, with a wide open door to welcome the storm in. We had to get it fixed. But it had been two days since a few of the men left for supplies. I climbed up the tower, if you could call it …
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At first, we thought the black liquid was oil, that we’d struck it rich and that we’d be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we’d spend the money. Our first choice was
Florida for obvious reasons. I mean, who wouldn't want to live on the beach, or right outside of Disney? As we continued speculating how best to turn our dreams into a reality, our friend Josh arrived in his dad's old pickup. "Hey! You'll never guess what happened today..." I started, but when I finally took …
In His Image
I leave my therapist’s office, our session together completed, with a therapeutic opportunity, which is a special assignment meant to reflect on an aspect of my journey of recovery. But it was not just a journal prompt. This time, she made it more personal for me…as a former dancer and lover of the arts…it was …
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