Very slowly, she peeked

Very slowly, she peeked around the tree trunk. Saw a slim, petite figure, flanked by two very large, very dangerous-looking soldier of fortune types picking their way through the bodies and the rubble. Amy? Oh, God. It was Amy. Get away from her, Jenna ordered, stepping out from behind the conifer, wielding the iron pan … Read more

My nun, which is

My nun, which is how I think of her, was the most profound witness for God’s love I’ve ever encountered in this world. She was a magnet for lost souls, a petite fortress of strength and unconditional love. What this sprightly, silly, lovely woman did from the obscurity of a faded convent in Rust Belt … Read more