Sunday’s worship service in the park was surprisingly enjoyable and Monday night on the farm still leaves me in awe. Since then, things have plummeted completely—starting with my misstep with Jace at the pizza parlor on Tuesday. I was too pumped up on optimism to think tha...
I lay here, trying to piece the night back together, but am distracted by the pounding behind my eyes—not to mention my mouth tastes like something crawled inside and rotted. I pull the blanket over my head and try to put off consciousness for a little longer. I’ve not done this routine in a whil...
Right? Wrong. I’m an idiot. I gave in and went back, and boy was it a doozy of a trip. My second New York trip came unexpectedly after college graduation. I was back to working at the restaurant mostly and spending nearly every night with Miss May. Her sweet husband had passed away a few months b...