Spiritual Experiences of Motherhood
Did you know, this month is National Recovery Month? With his permission to share, here is a part of my dad’s story. At 11 years old, my dad went to a party full of adults. At that party a woman made the choice to stick a needle full of heroin in his arm. He worked…
I, without thinking grabbed a dark brown crayon and started coloring the girl's skin. Without skipping a beat, the little boy asked me why I would use that ugly brown color because my real skin was so nice and white. I didn't know if I wanted to cry or hug him more in that moment.
