If you were to ask me what I understand the Sunday service is for, I would say to meet together to remember and ingest our shared ...
If you were to ask me what I understand the Sunday service is for, I would say to meet together to remember and ingest our shared ...
My boys find a project box with glow-in-the-dark inks. I work on my couch, computer in lap, hoping ibuprofen kicks in. They call me and ...
After the eggs and maybe cinnamon toast, as soon as we can get something pulled over our heads, we go outside. You, my little sister, ...
This, here, this is often not what I think it is, this magazine in my face and right behind it a little boy, naked, in my lap. He peers ...
Right after Christmas, I confessed it, that I was over it, but when I took the tree down, the nativity to its box, all three of our ...