I still remember the very first boy crush who was so bold as to grab my hand. His was sweaty, clammy, and a bit bony, but I was okay with that. Crush after crush I found, hand after hand I touched, and yet never has one been so perfect as yours. To hold your hand… Continue reading Someone Much Bigger to Hold My Hand
Was I told a lie? Are you not as big as they said? Are You really a bit more, well, human like, than I was made to believe? We were at the San Francisco Bay when my little girl fell on the wood pier. We quickly spotted two deep splinters in her hand and tried to remove… Continue reading Is God Not as Big as I Was Told?