The Father’s Heart

I never used to like Father's Day. It used to be a day where everything around me seemed to poke at the broken pieces of my heart — at a raw wound yet to be healed. It used to be a day where I felt nothing but anger. I was unforgiving towards my father, merely… Continue reading The Father’s Heart

Portland: A City of Hope

As I rode the Max train towards downtown this morning (as I always love to do), I couldn't help but look at all the souls around me and see their hurt. To look around and see the pain that inhibits this city. The oppression. The addictions. The weights of life that seem to be on… Continue reading Portland: A City of Hope