House of Prayer
When I was little and my mom would come and check on my sister and I before she’d go off to bed herself, I would often poke my little, curly head up and say, “I can’t sleep, Mom.” Say your prayers, Kath, she’d say. It was my mom’s answer to E.V.E.R.Y.T.H.I.N.G. At dinner we’d say … Read more