Faith, Fiction, Friends

Watchfires scattered on cold, rocky fields sitting, cloaks drawn against cold, watching random bleatings, mewings, night s...

I’m living this story and I know how it ends so if I know how it ends does that mean the story is the point I’m living two s...

It trails from a window, scarlet talisman of hope or promise wrapping around the promise of safety and deliverance, a vine entw...

I grew up in a Missouri Synod Lutheran Church in New Orleans. Catholic New Orleans. To say we were aware of our minority status would be...