Burning the Bridges of Madison County
Carol-Anne’s grey, mermaid hair draped over her weathered face as she held me down in my chair. She was comforting […]
Carol-Anne’s grey, mermaid hair draped over her weathered face as she held me down in my chair. She was comforting […]
“You deserve better than this…” he said while praying to the porcelain God, “you don’t deserve to put up with
My wife insisted that we pray together once a day. For me, anything that was Christ-centered was agreeable. Going back
I first noticed her on the train a little over a year ago, and from that very first moment, she
The tranquillity experienced at dawn often surpasses my comprehension. It can embody a sense of rejuvenation and a belief that