We can’t dance. You might even use the word terrible if you saw us trying. I’ve always blamed it on a lack of practice rather than a lack of skill. Scott and I were high school sweethearts who attended all our Christian high school’s formal banquets together. I shopped for the perfect dress, stocked up…
The icy days set in, and I layer up to plow straight into the cold night. A cozy sweater and all pretense aside, I know more than the bitter chill of the night is waiting for me. A hard conversation banked up on every side, begging to be moved before the dawn. Surely you know…
Every January when I was in high school, I joined hundreds of other students to perform for an annual choral directors’ conference. We’d had a few practices regionally, but mostly we were expected to show up that weekend with our parts memorized. Before performing at the end of the second day, we spent the whole…
He reached for the bottle again. She went behind my back and didn’t keep my confidences. My son relapsed. My parents won’t speak to me. She no longer invites me to girls’ night. She’s an adulteress. My child is a disappointment. My dad wasn’t there when I needed him. We’ve all felt betrayed by someone….