poverty

The Same River Twice | Visual Art

The Same River Twice | Visual Art

The Same River TwiceThey say it can’t happen, our feet entering again the exact same place in the current. Sure, the sky is always changing color, and we know it must be different every day. But the children still utter their cries of hunger and despair, so who can...
Proof of Deliverance | Nonfiction

Proof of Deliverance | Nonfiction

I was eighteen years old, sitting at my desk at my first receptionist job as the mailman approached, sorting through the mail, and said, “Oh, I’ve got a certified letter you need to sign for.” I froze, my heart beating so loud that it was pounding in my ears. My...