Pieces of Peace: When I was 4-Years-Old I Asked If God Was Dead

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My parents told me a story when I was four I came home asking “Is God Dead?” and they didn’t know how to answer it. According to my pre-school teacher, she remembers me as the little girl who’d ask “Where’s God” during Bible study time. Take note I was not in a Catholic school, but … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: When I was 4-Years-Old I Asked If God Was Dead

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Pieces of Peace: For Every Person I’ve Been With

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I was thirteen-years-old when I had my first kiss.  It was wet. I didn't understand what was happening. Was it supposed to feel this way? I've watched enough teen sitcoms and romantic comedies to know how a kiss should look like. Assuming it felt as great as having a killer soundtrack while you're making out. … Continue reading Pieces of Peace: For Every Person I’ve Been With