domestic violence

“Master Rahl guide us. Master Rahl teach us. Master Rahl protect us. In your light we thrive. In your mercy we are sheltered. In your wisdom we are humbled. We live only to serve. Our lives are yours.” Sometime between 20 and 30, I started calling him “brother.” I think it’s because he started calling me sissy, but maybe that had nothing to do with being his sister? Anyway, tonight we’re not going to talk about little sisters or big brothers. Tonight, it’s really about right and wrong. Right and Wrong What does that even mean anymore? Growing up, well into my twenties, I’ve always  believed that if I have aRead More →