Connie Batsell

The tranquil and sapphire blue ocean water gracefully embraced my body. I was experiencing the joy and curiosity of a little girl in this...

The song, “It’s The Same Old Song,” by the Four Tops, plays in my mind whenever I am reflecting on my self-inflicted crucifixion.

Barely able to stand, I see the grief in my heart reflecting to me in the bathroom mirror. My eyes are flooding with warm, cascading...