Last November, I participated in my first ever podcast. I was excited and nervous and truly did not know what to expect. Will they only ask me questions about being a journalism teacher? What if they ask questions I don’t know the answers to? Will anyone really listen to this podcast? As I waited in the hallway, I said a prayer.
When my Daddy left this world four years ago, he left a permanent scar on my heart, but I will not allow his absence on this Earth rob me of his everlasting presence in my life.
by Angela St.Clair exhaustion envelops inspiration motivates escape wheezing interrupts prophetic, comforting lyrics of vinyl stale air saturated with Pain hangs in the room foreshadowing the end of choice loss and brokenness fight to choke anger and confusion just as gratitude invades and a longing for peace promises to conquer
Living My Story 