A Gift of Grace
In the early morning hours of December 3, 1983, the day Robbie was to be laid to rest, my entire body, inside and out, felt like a dead “stick”; a leafless, dried out branch. Rotten. Petrified wood; protected only by a lifeless, scaly shell barely concealing the fear-infested mind, the fury-ridden heart [...]
A doctor I worked with a few years ago once asked me, “Duliece, if there was one thing you could go back and change in your life….what would it be?” Always missing the presence of Tina, Robert, Mom and Dad, considering how difficult those times had been; recalling the sinful life I had led in [...]
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