My scars remind me that I did indeed survive my deepest wounds. That in itself is an accomplishment. And they bring to mind something else, too. They remind me that the damage life has inflicted...

Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.

A deep wound inside him began to heal. And he suddenly knew that being separated from this woman would only bring him a certain sadness.

Great depth of beingness and creativity often come with great woundedness.

gentleman and soldier.” However conscious it may have been, there is no doubt in my mind that all this moral and verbal obfuscation is intentional. Nor do I doubt that its purpose is to shelter...

From other stories that have been handed down to me I know that my people, like many others in the slave states, went to church with their slaves, were baptized with them, and presumably expected...