Tag: Savior

Focal Point

By Mariel Davenport When I was about 6 years old, I took ballet lessons, like most little girls with big dreams.  I loved the tu-tus, the leotards and the shoes.  It didn’t take long for me to realize there was…

My Life as a River

My river is weeping gaudy tears upon the worn sand banks, rutted with the heartbreak from a thousand days of rivulets, formed by the ruthless backwash of a spring ill spent. Tomorrow promises floods renewed and torrents of mindless splashing…