She’s seated on a wooden bench in the brightly lit hallway, waiting to have an abortion. She’s 21-years old, still only recovering from the wreckage of teenage and now only confronting the full secrets of womanhood. Her mother thinks …
She will talk about the loneliness. However, in order to talk about loneliness, inevitably, she has to talk about choices. But first, there was a little issue of our meeting venue because her identity had to be super anonymous. …
When you wake up you assume you know how your day will end: you will drive home from work, your laptop wedged between the passenger seat and the back seat because you have some work to catch up on. …
She met him because she was assigned to his cell group. He was the Bible Study leader. The meetings took place in his house, a stand-alone masquerading as a townhouse. This is how it worked: the whole bunch of …
