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Submitted to Contest #298
My Dearest M,I’ve wanted to write this letter for a long time. I think there are moments in life that deserve to be honored with more than a passing word or a nod. Moments that deserve stillness, breath, and reverence. This is one of those moments, and this is one of those letters.You and I have been through a lot—more than some, less than others, but still, our own mountain to climb. And today, I just want to say: I love you. I am so proud of you. And I’m grateful beyond words that we walked so much of this life together. I feel as though w...
Submitted to Contest #225
There is something almost magical about a room full of things with so many stories to tell, if they only had a voice. If you're really still, maybe they'll whisper a few words to you. I closed my eyes as I entered the new antique store that had just opened. I thought it would be busier, but I guess not as many people love old junk as much as I do. (I say old junk with the utmost respect, I assure you.) I breathed in the scent of past days, and my heart settled a little. I smiled as I see some pyrex dishes and think of the Marvelous Mrs...
Submitted to Contest #215
I think most people could give a good description of their monster. Not me. I do not really know how to describe what my monster looks like, because they are not just one person. They were my friends. Or at least, I thought they were. But where I grew up, monsters hid among the congregation, and some of them stood behind the pulpit, claiming to be the mouthpiece of God Himself. I grew up in rural Iowa, in a small holiness pentacostal church. We thought we were special, chosen by God, the only ones who would be in Heaven. As a woman, I w...
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