Why You Need To Stop Talking

Why You Need To Stop Talking

Many of the battles I have lost in my life have been lost to individuals who held their tongues, while I filled the silence with ignorance, emotion, and opinion. My boyfriend, Jeremiah, is my greatest teacher in this regard. No matter his mood, his disappointment, his...
The Prostitute Who Broke My Heart

The Prostitute Who Broke My Heart

Today was hard. Exceptionally hard. Heart-shattering, mind-numbing. Indescribably hard. It’s not that I haven’t visited LDC slums before–the bruises that the slums of Kampala, Uganda left on my heart are still healing. But walking through the slums...