I called my children by each other’s names, missed appointments, left my keys in the running car.
To live in the unknown, in the uncomfortable, is a challenge for Christians and writers alike.
She convinced herself that the people on the walls were really her family.
What do the noises from my side sound like to them?
I don’t delude myself that writing an essay can somehow undo an act of violence.
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