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...
NO.

NO.

A hot tear rolled down my cheek as I worked to straighten my twisted frown and fake a shred of composure. I had told myself I wasn’t going to cry. I saw a wince dance across Coach Miles’ face as his eyes began to redden, as well. I stared into the watering...
The Distance of A Smile

The Distance of A Smile

I have never enjoyed running distance. I have always favored sprinting. Quick, sharp, concise movements. Immediate gratification. Immediate results. Fine-tuning my reaction time and response has always been far more appealing to me than building up my endurance and...