Faith, Hope, and Charity
April 10, 2018[…] of their storage, some books were stored in places of odd appropriateness; Hardy’s The Waiting Supper was over the stove, and Johnson’s The Tale of the Tub was in fact in the bathroom. “Barchester […]
[…] of their storage, some books were stored in places of odd appropriateness; Hardy’s The Waiting Supper was over the stove, and Johnson’s The Tale of the Tub was in fact in the bathroom. “Barchester […]
The same week Karmine disc overs her husband is having an affair with a man, she takes her mother to a doctor who finds a tiny patch of cancer on the tip of the […]
[…] bakery nearby and pull into a space right in front of the door. The smell inside is overwhelming—sweet and fresh and warm. The sun is shining through the large front windows on a boy […]
[…] Mormon thing. Tied in with guilt. Duty. Pioneer legacy. You fall asleep, you fall off the c overed wagon. But you don’t have it, huh?” Gemma shakes her head. I sigh. “I’m jealous. Ed […]
[…] of God,” the boy said, gulping for air. Luis pulled on a pair of pants to c over his temple garments. He imagined that he was only a collection of tissues without a spirit. […]
[…] Washington, David’s dad brought their families together to kneel in prayer and ask the Lord to watch over the two boys and bring them home safe. David’s mom was expecting a baby, and David […]
[…] sign!” and he shouted back, “Break the rules, I need you!” Not about our first argument ( over my artist’s fee for the magazine cover his students were designing). Not about our negotiations: he’d […]
[…] didn’t like to drive slick canyon roads. He liked things white and cold and clean. Ed glanced over at Bob. Bob didn’t speak again. Ed knew he wouldn’t say anything about missing Les. Bob […]
[…] and stream, with a handful of fruit trees and a little plot for vegetables. Paul built steppingstones over the creek, a gazebo for shade. Sometimes I strolled out there in the wee hours, wrapped […]
[…] Thankfully, my mother caught him. At any rate, the memory begins with my mom and me looking over our vegetable garden. It was a sunny Carolina day. We were about to head inside when […]