Our Declaration

Our Declaration

By Zelphia Peterson “The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands. Day after day they pour forth speech; night after night they reveal knowledge. They have no speech, they use no words; no sound is heard from them. Yet their voice...
Potshards

Potshards

When I was younger, I collected potshard stories about a place where grown-ups lived. I wondered about it on summer days— feet had grass-tickled toes and mud-caked heels, fingers were perches for butterfly kisses, ears were homes for the angels’ laughter, eyes were...
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