Reconsidering Modesty

Truthfully I never thought that what I once believed to be a black and white issue such as modesty would become such an inflammatory topic.  I grew up wearing certain clothes that would be defined as “modest” never second-guessing what — or who — defined them as modest and have…

In the silent distance

Grief is a strange thing. It ebbs and flows as if it were the tide being pulled by a moon that seems to reflect only on the past.  There is a constant struggle between a shore that wants to be wrapped in the water’s constant presence and the water that…