Sometimes I love nearly everything about life. A few examples from yesterday: The wrinkles on my dad’s head that can clearly be seen through his wispy white-red hair The absurd five-alarm-fire sound of the telephone
The Slant
Advent Light
A long, long time ago—circa 2002, maybe?—I needed a new winter coat. My mom decided our best bet was to look for one on Black Friday, even though neither of us had ever really braved