A Circle, Unbroken

A Circle, Unbroken

Growing up, I vividly remember my family forming prayer circles whenever we’d gather as a large group. One by one, “the siblings” (my aunts, uncle and mother) within the circle would take the time to offer up a prayer of gratitude, strength or forgiveness. My aunt,...
Talking to my Father

Talking to my Father

I am the oldest of seven. That means that I have spent more time with my parents than any of my siblings. I should know them best, right? I mean, since I’ve spent more time in their presence I should have a clearer understanding of them shouldn’t I? We...