Let me help her. She’s mine.

Let me help her. She’s mine.

Shell-shocked.  Mentally challenged.  And abandoned by fleeing refugees.  Dumped at our dreamer’s door, her looks were alarming.  Her skittishness startling.  But most of all, her trauma-induced incontinence overwhelming.   Her world had crumbled before her eyes. ...
Hard Places – Staying In, Not Escaping Out

Hard Places – Staying In, Not Escaping Out

I did a double-take as the fire and twisted metal flashed across our TV screen.  Breaking headlines scrolled: “Assassination bombing in Beirut suburbs.”  While I finished packing, David text-messaged our friends in Beirut, “We’re still coming tonight; any advice?” En...