Her Name Is Si.

By Amanda Dums From Thailand. Her legs cross as we walk by. I notice her and wonder at her sullen stare, but pass on with the rest of my group into the bar complex of Soi One. It’s a slow night being a Sunday and Mother’s day here, nonetheless we once again went to investigate … Continue reading Her Name Is Si.

The Great Depression

By Brandon Headrick “If anyone comes to Me, and does not hate his own father ad mother and wife and children and brothers and sisters, yes, and even his own life, he cannot be My disciple. Whoever does not carry his own cross and come after Me cannot be My disciple: “So therefore, no one … Continue reading The Great Depression

Girls: Hurt over your hurts

By Mariah Secrest “I hate my hair. I wish it were long. My hair’s ugly!” Emily was crying uncontrollably, voice tremulous, body shaking in contempt of the game of dress-up the other two were playing. “You can’t hate your hair. You’re seven.” Meanwhile, I was reminding myself to double up on birth control when appropriate … Continue reading Girls: Hurt over your hurts