but it’s not the wound that matters, it’s the soul, the soul that must be heard not the wound -Anne Michaels a last fish There was another creek on the other side of the mountain where I…
There’s no use in sugar-coating it: I can’t go to church services anymore. When an acquaintance died a couple years ago—a warm, funny and open-minded man—I thought we were right to go to his funeral. I was raised Catholic, after…