Is There a Real Escape: A Poem

Is There a Real Escape: A Poem

  I sit here in bondage Unaware of the prison I am in I wasn’t always a slave but the cost of my freedom is too much to bear I desperately want out but I’m in chains I’m unable to escape What’s scarier is that I hold the key to my prison...
When Being Authentic is Stupid

When Being Authentic is Stupid

Is being authentic a good thing? Can it be dumb? Should we be authentic with everyone? George wrote on Facebook, “The tall guy in my small group talks too much!” Helena wrote on her wall, “I wish my sister would just shut up and listen.”...