Under the Stage Lights
At camp, I’d cried, prayed, and reaffirmed my faith in ways I never did during normal church services. And…that happened again.
At camp, I’d cried, prayed, and reaffirmed my faith in ways I never did during normal church services. And…that happened again.
How do you grieve for someone who you hardly know?
Everywhere that has ever been called home by someone is beautiful.
There might still be a piece of my tooth there.
Excuse me while I go buy a fedora.
A nurse stood at my head, encouraging me to take slow breaths.
“I find solace in letting things go, letting things be silly and not perfect. “
But when a place is hardly (if ever) depicted, a place can be stereotyped into invisibility.
We kept walking and eventually heard the faint sound of a practice session coming from a small side court with bleacher seating.
Your stories gave me a community when I felt I had none.