paradise by the dashboard light.

We sat on the floor, stocking feet stretched out, long and lean. Backs against the bunk bed mattress. There was another set of bunks across from us; the space between the beds were narrow, so much so that our feet tucked in the space under the other bed. We were more friends than we were […]

sundays after mass.

I grew up going to church every single Sunday. Every. Single. Sunday. It didn’t matter if we were camping (campground service), if we were sick (I’ve been sick at church several times!), or if we were acting up (my dad lived for taking us out of church – sometimes, he would take us to visit […]