Living along the bank of the Grand River on Abrigador Trail, we are now official river rats--meaning that we live in a floodplain. But the term means more than that since my initials spell rat--and the reflections are ones both in my mind and on the water.
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
A friend and recent CTS grad has been a houseguest this week--has moved on in life but will never fully recover from the wounds inflicted by the seminary. Wounds in both our cases that were so unnecessary--similar, in that they gave the perpetrator(s) at least a temporary sense of dominance and power, but so hurtful to so many people over the long haul.