Halloween is over. You can tell because all the orange, black, and purple candy bags in the supermarket—spiders, haunted houses, bats—vanished overnight, replaced by red, green, and white packs bursting with Christmas trees, Santas, and reindeer. I was late (as usual; does a year’s notice ever help?) scrambling for candy to hand out, while one of the clerks—already in full retail-elf mode—was swapping out the shelves for the next season. I snagged one of the last pumpkin-shap
God Never Asked Me to Be Silent For years, I thought silence was strength.That staying quiet kept the peace. But the truth is, silence can cost you your voice — sometimes your soul. For most of my life, I have struggled to speak — to say what I really thought or felt. It wasn’t until recently that I began to understand how deeply silence shaped me — how it hurt me, how it held me back — and how finding my voice would become part of my healing. Losing My Voice Five years ago,