when there’s nothing else to do
We were standing in a huddle, sixty people maybe, I can’t do numbers. The room is a room I spent many evenings in as a teenager, the church building of friends. We have misbehaved in that room,...
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In reflecting on the upcoming one-year anniversary of mosthopeful.com on August 23, I’m throwing some of the posts that readers have looked at the most back into the mix. Thanks for allowing me the...
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When asked how long ago something happened, he said, “three houses ago.” We were both laying on the floor of my therapy office, playing with cardboard boxes painted to look like bricks. Recently...
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