All Posts By Lela Casey

My Heart Tastes like Chicken

I gave you my heart, ripped it from my chest where it lay comfortably nestled between lily white rib bones and family dinners in front of...

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Roses are Perennial and Women are Too

Until recently, I considered myself to have been a late bloomer. My high school understanding of boys came largely from Heathcliff and Mr....

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Overcoming My Fear of Jesus

The first time I saw Jesus, I was five years old. I was walking down Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, holding my mom’s hand. He was tall,...

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Only Light will Save Us

When Paris was attacked on Friday November 13, we felt it— all of us. For some it was a punch in the stomach, so hard and fast that...

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I Want It. I Need It. I Have to Have It.

Love songs filter through the radio. Wants and needs and desires and lusts tugging at my heart, my soul, my loins. In the darkness of the...

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