I’m no longer a slave to fear

My second winter in Phoenix, Arizona I was a broken, drained and frustrated young woman. At a quarter of a century old, a month shy of my 26th birthday, I heard a song that broke my heart in two yet mended me from the inside out. By the way, I am trying to write consistently daily, but to do that it means I truly have to dig deep to write something meaningful and hopefully impactful, if not unusually short and sweet. That’s why I’m sharing this with you. The first time I heard this song, in the front few rows … Continue reading I’m no longer a slave to fear