So, lo and behold, Pastor V gets up there on Sunday, preaches this sermon on how we’ve gotta be all hospitable to one another, AND HE ANNOUNCES HE’S TAKING A SABBATICAL AND LEAVING FOR A WHILE! Can you even?
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Some things that remind me of my mom:
the sweet smell of summer corn boiling,
the shape of my own feet,
Hotel California by the Eagles.
The cold, tense atmosphere of hospitals,
my sister’s face, light-blue eyeliners,
the taste of black liquorice, my own mental battles. Read more »