Broken.

Every once in a while, God brings me back to a place that I’d rather forget.  A past hurt, an old wound, or a deep regret that I thought was resolved, but apparently was just buried under other pleasanter memories.

And so it comes to a point where I have to face old demons that I thought I had slain long ago.  … Read more

A Place Called Home.

“Where are you headed?”

“I’m going back home,” I said.

The irony was that I didn’t really think of the city I grew up in as home.  At least, not in the same way most people would.

I didn’t have warm memories from my childhood.  … Read more