Rachelle Rea Cobb 4 Minute Read The Daydream The school buses in the back parking lot were what clued me in. I stared at their empty shells as I strode away from my truck and toward the center of campus. As I passed the pond, I realized what they were for. A group of school children gathered. They must have been…
Emily C. Gardner 3 Minute Read Looking in the mirror, I could feel the disgust bubbling up again. I had been able to look past the red spots dotting my face for a couple days because they seemed to be lessening. At least my neck had escaped the weekend without a pesky breakout. But, as I examined my freshly showered face,…
Chantel 5 Minute Read Sometimes I forget. I sit on my couch, and read about the thousands and thousands of women and children who are enslaved. Once in a while, it strikes close to home. Human trafficking doesn’t just happen “over there”. It happens here. Right here in our backyards all the time. I feel so helpless. So desperate….
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