by Kim Pullen
She had no beauty, distinction or grace to attract us to her, nothing in her appearance for which she might be desired. Familiar with both sorrow and suffering, she was actually reviled and rejected by men. Like someone from whom men avert their eyes in disgust, she...
by Kim Pullen
Sometimes I see things. Sometimes I have to pray to want to see them. And sometimes I have to pray to wanna wanna see them. Mostly, it’s in my own character. Others tend to see me so much clearer than I see myself. But it could be in my business, in my...
by Kim Pullen
“You sniveling coward!” “You lily-livered, chicken-hearted milksop!” “You gutless, spineless, yellow-bellied sissy!” The thought of being on the end of such accusations can stir paralyzing fear, mortal shame, and/or wrathful anger. On the flip side, we...
