There was the shirtless picture she showed me one day. A charm, hidden keepsake. Something to hold on to. Another innocent trip to...

Tiptoe little Christians along the aisle. It is silent tonight. Memoried hymnals holding pages with cards unsigned. Red velvet cushion,...

George was eight years old and very small for his age. He had been sick for some time, refusing to eat and now he was struggling to even...