Marked With Empathy
Kelsey Lasher
I was a history major in college. The way the world has arrived at the place it is now, the causes and effects, the
I was a history major in college. The way the world has arrived at the place it is now, the causes and effects, the
The steady rhythm of your heart is wholly unique to you, yet the even cadence of each beat is similar to every other heart.
Social Anxiety. That’s what the therapist called it as I sat across from her on the mahogany leather couch. Her office was devised to
Just be yourself. It was advice from many friends and family as we pulled up to the small brick house in Maryland. I wore a
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We had found a church to call home, we moved to a neighborhood where we actually got to meet our neighbors, and a park
I stopped just shy of “dilapidated” when describing the house on the corner. The exterior looked as though it’d been threatening to shed its
There’s no doubt, Christmas hurts the waistline. The chocolates, cinnamon buns (Pioneer Woman anyone?) and sugar cookies, the turkey and potatoes and perogies, and
Hospitality. Perhaps it comes easy to you; or perhaps, like me, you find it intimidating. Mention the word and my heart rate rises, my
It had been the end of a difficult stretch. Not of days or weeks – but months. Sick parents and strained bank accounts left