Story Keeper. Seeker of justice, healing and hope in a broken world.
When I was a little girl my mom would cover our feet with bread bags before we put them into our moon boots. It was not unusual to see little legs with bread bags on them during the cold Michigan winter months. Being the oldest of five and living on one salary we were not…
Earlier this week I was in full melt down mode. Like if my mom were here she would have put me in time out or sat me on the stairs for a “come to Jesus” moment. As a child I am sure that I through monumental tantrums. I was what some may call a spirited…