Loving Well
My daddy was always singing. He sang when he was happy. He sang when he was sad. He sang songs to God. He sang songs to us. The music came from a sweet, sacred space within, seeming to start in his toes and bubble up till it flowed from his lips. One such tune...
I’d say two words encapsulate my primary way of diminishing myself - I’m sorry. I’m not apologizing for the phrase. That IS the phrase. I’m sorry. It became an exhaustive part of my vernacular. Constantly apologizing for who I was, how I looked, what I said, the...
Hi I’m Tonda!
Welcome! I'm Tonda and this is where you get to know me well. I'll openly share my faith journey and my Solomon crew - All things pretty and not so pretty. I think you'll recognize our similarities in your own adventure. When you do will you share with me?
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