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For years I tried to bury the hurt and brush off the damage she’d caused. After all, her own childhood was abusive. Yet under all my dismissiveness (wrapped in a pretty package of so-called forgiveness) was a deep, festering wound…
I have a persistent, fluffy white shadow named Otto. His hundred-pound frame follows me from room to room, flopping with a satisfied groan at my feet when I pause for more than a moment. He just loves to be near…
I couldn’t wait to grow up. I couldn’t wait to get to middle school, to get my driver’s license, to head off to college, to live on my own. By the time I’d claimed an impressive degree, I was busy…
A chill mist hung in the air as I lay sprawled on the damp ground. My eyelids grew heavy, my head even heavier, nodding clumsily under the weight of my Army helmet. It was the middle of the night in…
Let’s get to know each other a bit more, as sisters in Christ. Feel free to share your answers to these questions in on our Instagram post and/or your own Instagram post, tagging #BISsisterhood. Megan Hjelmsted is a wife, mom, writer, and former…
