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A beginning, even here.
Every story has a first spark, and this post is mine — the moment I open the door and invite you into the work, the healing, and the rising that shape everything I write.
This blog will become a home for reflections, teachings, and the quiet truths that don’t always make it into the book.
Thank you for stepping into this space with me.
— Toni
I Knew at Sixteen. I Didn’t Start Until Fifty-Seven.
I knew at sixteen what I was supposed to do. I didn’t begin until fifty-seven. The gap was never about discipline.
He Was Going Blind When He Wrote About Sight
The help was there the whole time. I just couldn’t see it yet. On Basil King, 2 Kings 6, and why boldness comes before proof.
He Fired Four Shots Past My Head. By Morning, I Was Gone.
I sat on that couch the entire night. I didn’t sleep. I barely moved. Four hours earlier, my husband had stood in front of me with a loaded gun and fired it. Four shots, just to the right of where I stood. Close enough that I felt the heat. Close enough that my body went…
The Weight We Inherited Series – We Must Heal. But We Must Not Forget.
A few months ago I sat with a group of elders. Some of them had lived through the boarding schools themselves. Not read about them in a textbook the way I had. Lived them. I didn’t walk into that room with a prepared speech. I just told them the truest thing I had: I honor…
The Weight We Inherited Series – What the Grass Knew
The farm belonged to my Great-Grandma and Granddad Kennedy. They lived in the original house until they tore it down and built a brick one in its place, but everything around that house stayed the same for years — the barns, the pens, the chicken coop, an orchard with an apricot tree whose low-hanging limbs…