Her name is Amy.
Or “Ame”. Depends on which personality attacks addresses her, the deep voiced rapist or the high school friend.
Amy and I were never formally introduced. Her messiness spilled out to anyone within a five-foot radius…which included me.
My plan to find a quiet secluded corner proved to be a challenge in a Panera full of patrons finishing up lunch. Instead of settling down in ...
“Mom, brother said he doesn’t like that boy we saw at swim lessons.”
Me: “You mean the boy whose eyes are different?”
“Yeah, I told him it doesn’t matter how someone looks on the outside, it’s the heart that counts.”
Me: “You are so right. That boy could be the kindest, most loyal friend. You would never know if you decided you didn’t like ...
I desire to memorize more Scripture. It is the one way to keep my mind meditating on truth. I’ve tried writing verses on index cards and placing them around the house. Frequently I lose the card or stop looking at it.
My iPhone is always with me (sad, ...