Joseph was a snitch. At the age of 17, he tended his father’s flocks under his half brothers. But he was an informant for his father, reporting on the bad things his brothers were doing.
Fear emerges from a chrysalis and transforms into a kaleidoscope of dreams.
I have been on the shelf for over a month now with a sprained ankle. I believe since February 9. My last basketball injury forced me to miss a race, but I’m determined to make this one, mainly because the medal is dope. I’ve… Continue Reading “Things I’ve Noticed When I Don’t Run”