The Demon
Written by: DeAnna Erdmann I usually love to write. From the moment I pull out the computer or grab a pen, words seem to flow out of my brain in…
Written by: DeAnna Erdmann I usually love to write. From the moment I pull out the computer or grab a pen, words seem to flow out of my brain in…
Written by: Bob Brumfield As a freelance reporter for the LA Times, it has become harder and harder to find stories of any substance that would entice anyone to subscribe…
Written by: Deanna Erdmann I’m going home again… the thought didn’t fully register. The idea of being back there was both triggering, hopeful, suicidal, and curious simultaneously. After what happened…
Written by: Eugene Duffy When I think about all the great experiences I had in the Army, one day stands out from the rest. I had plenty of good moments…
Written by: Melinda Flores I wanted to be something more than I was raised to be; I wanted something different. I wanted to be seen as an equal; I knew…
By: Deanna Erdmann I know I am in a house. I have this vague realization that it is mine, but it is entirely wrong and not mine all at the…
Written by: Helen Cook Since I signed on that dotted line, I have never regained complete control over my mind and body. The demon inside is now fully awake. You…
Written by: DeAnna Erdmann Oh, my goodness! I screamed in my mind. I have waited for this moment for so long. We aregoing to have the best conversations. I bet…
Written by: Lynette Hager Bohman He woke up early and took a shower. Today was a very special day. He put on his lavender button up shirt taking great care…
Written by: Bob Brumfield In my past, it could not be said that I thoroughly thought things to the logical conclusion. Not a few times, this led to a most…