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Of Wolves and Warriors

Walking into the red-light district, I see an untapped army before me. In the cacophony of noise and lust I see Spartans and Vikings…

Hiding under a bed or in the cool shadows of a small closet is where she feels most at home.

Lying curled up on broken concrete under an aging spirit house, I wondered, “How on earth did I get here?”

Last week, one of my girls asked me, “Mama, what are you afraid of?” And my thoughts crystallized.