“Dear First Love, Do you remember that? The feeling? That day? When you and the girls were in kitchen, the boys and I sat on the couch,...

Every year on this very day, I am reminded of all the things I take for granted, of all the things I should be more grateful for, of all...

When I was seventeen, just recently graduated high school and exploring my faith, I wrote this beautiful piece that was supposed to be a...

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The day Luyando slit her wrist, she let the water run while she sat in the tab, a comfortable warmth wrapping her in. She did not realize...