On a warm July evening almost 11 years ago, I had just left a cheap steak joint in Birmingham after a meal. I was about to get into my car when I heard a small sound. I was in a hurry, so I almost didn’t check it out. Eleven years later, I’m glad I did.
The sound I’d heard was a very small and very weak “meow.” There was a scared and hungry kitten underneath the car parked next to me. I got down on the ground to look. Very tentatively, two scared and hesitant eyes looked back at me from just around the edge of a tire. There was no way the kitten behind those terrified eyes was going to intentionally let me get anywhere close to her. Keep Reading
Love & Hope — Episode 10:
Texas judge beating his daughter exposes truth behind coercive state
Flawed bricks can build our lives, because perfection never arrives
Material things can be replaced, but loved ones worth far more
As a child, I was a capable liar, because I mimicked a narcissist
How could we take responsibility but avoid self-destructive shame?
For good or bad, we default back to what feels most familiar to us
Fallen world keeps bruising me, but I still believe love will win
My endorsement goes to the man who can make coercive state work