As on any other Sunday morning, I was greeted at the door of my church. The drawn out “How——are——you, Amy?” seemed a little over-the-top. As did the soulful look into...
As someone who has worked with middle school, I am all to familiar with betrayal. Fifth grade seems to be the year where many of us have our first brush...
Betrayal. Sadly, we have all been on both sides of this word. We have each tasted the bitterness of betrayal. Of having trust violated. Of having what...