I lived in Santa Monica for close to one month. This is where I ran back to God. The first time we met, I was in college. We were briefly acquainted many years ago when I first started getting fever blisters and my brothers would pick on me mercilessly. Standing at my window looking outside […]
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Look Who’s Talking
George scuttled along the floor with Yoli, tickling his ribs as he went. The gurgles of laughter seemed to pour right out of the little boy, coming from his tummy and making their way out through his big loopy curls. It had been a long day at work, and all George wanted to do was […]
