The Ship
I feared my grandfather’s model ship, meticulous and as long as my body.
On How I Was Rejected From a Christian Counseling Program for Being Too Honest
The honest, I’m no longer a fifteen-year-old church-attending, praying, mission trip going, small-group frequenting, loving kid. The real, I work on Sundays, pray with a quick “please,” “thanks,” “no thanks.”
