“ But love, like a mushroom high compared with the buzz from cheap weed, outlasts grief. ”
Her faith in a loving and forgiving God is strong, but she worships laughter.
~ Miriam Toews
We loved each other. We fought for each other. When worlds collapsed we were buried in the rubble together and when we were dug out of the rubble and rescued we all celebrated together.
She was becoming sad. There is no joy involved in following others' expectations of yourself.
Conversing with children is a fine art.... An art form that demands large amounts of both honesty and misdirection. Or maybe discretion is a better word.
