This is one of those conversations that reminds you that the path to wholeness comes in many different languages. And that at the foundation of all of them is the same truth.
The Ducker
In high school, I developed a bit of a reputation among a group of boys. They named me ‘the ducker’. Dates were infrequent. As an only child and attending an all girls school without a designated ‘brother’ school, I didn’t really know that many boys. The very first...