Love in the Time of COVID-19
Will the sting of the adhesive ripping against our tender skin be an experience we can learn and grow from?
Will the sting of the adhesive ripping against our tender skin be an experience we can learn and grow from?
If terroir survives the conceptual transplant from grape-growing to bread-baking, then it’s no surprise that I’ve failed to replicate my grandma’s bread.
This time it felt different, like the distance the prayers travel to reach the Lord was shorter than usual.
Please assist humankind by divulging any variations of the masculine nod not encountered in this scientific journal.
How do you speak confusion to God?
God’s belly-deep groaning plead
from lake and trees’ lips;
I don’t fear, no, I tremble.
It feels so wrong to continue living normal life in the aftermath of a tragic storm.
“Why is no one washing their hands before going to lunch?!”
MATT (trying to save face, smiles): Thank you everyone! God bless!
I worked as an auditor until I didn’t.