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Sophia: Window

Sophia: Window

I’m always waiting. Looking out the window for something to show is my pastime. Like through a dark glass. The thing is… I never really know what I’m looking for. All I know is that I want to experience my freedom. The freedom that beats in my chest wants to feel the...
Sophia: Hills

Sophia: Hills

I look out over the hills. Where is my help going to come from? Me. I remember when I was a child. In my captivity, these memories fill my dreams. They make me wonder where my wonder went. Why do I see myself alone in the woods? Why am I all alone standing on the brow...
Sophia: Tightrope

Sophia: Tightrope

When you read the story of Sophia in these blog posts, and see the drawings, you are seeing not only the journey of a young woman courageously struggling to achieve her own spiritual independence and gain her own freedom. You are also reading my story. This is about...
Letter: My Dog Died: Reflections

Letter: My Dog Died: Reflections

My Dog Died: Reflections On Friday Abby died. I was out when Lisa called me on my cell and said Abby was actively dying. I rushed home. Abby was lying on a pillow on the floor. Lisa and Casile were with her there. I got down too. Eventually Jesse came home and joined...