I want to tell you why an iced mocha with raspberry tastes like faith, but I don’t know how. I want to tell you about how coffee shops and parking lots became my sanctuaries and how I found little altars everywhere once I stopped going to church. I want to tell you why I’m going […]
Read MoreI don’t know what I’m supposed to write anymore. Or even how to write it. I’ve started a dozen posts. I think I keep distracting myself from the truths I need to write because writing changes things and I keep clinging to some semblance of normal and safe. A prostitution in a way. I will […]
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