When I first started blogging one of the hardest things to deal with was acknowledging that people I considered good friends would never stop to read my words. Pouring my heart out and pressing “publish” felt so vulnerable–like I had allowed the...
Fourteen years my senior and not a big fan of “organized religion,” I should have said no when he asked for date one. Or date four. Or date seventeen… God says stop. And I reply: I don’t think so. You don’t understand, God. This guy is...
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