I didn’t experience race tensions growing up—with good reason, as the rural community I grew up in was almost exclusively white. During my childhood, I remember getting to know only one black woman and her daughter who visited our community from the city for a while. And one fiery black preacher—Ludlow Walker, for those who […]
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A young woman involved in witchcraft and member of a violent gang hears God say “I love you” in the middle of the night. That revelation changes her life.
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Renata is not the real name of the woman in this story. To protect her family’s privacy, she asked for a pseudonym. I gave her the name Renata, which means “reborn.” I am telling you her story very much as she told it to me. *** When my mom was in labor with me, my
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I hunch on the corner couch—feet on the ottoman, head halfway up the back cushion, my body an awkward-shaped L. I should go into my office to write—I know I should. It would be better for my posture and my distractible mind. But I am comfortable and lazy. I like the soft cushion under me,
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Have you ever had a panic attack just going into Wal-Mart? I haven’t, but a friend of mine has. During a hurt-filled and vulnerable time of her life, just placing herself in the vicinity of other people caused her chest to tighten, made her feel light-headed, claustrophobic, and dizzy. I’ve experienced, during periods of change
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