The next words out of Kendra’s mouth will shape the future of her relationship with her daughter, Alyssa. At this moment, Kendra is staring slack-jawed at a computer screen having just heard Alyssa say shakily: “I’ve never believed in the Church. In fact, I hate it and the bigoted things
(This my friend’s true story. Names have been changed.) I hope no one sees me. Hair a mess, no make-up, still in my pajamas though it was well after time to be dressed, I surveyed the sidewalk and adjacent yards through the slightly open door. The fresh air felt great.
Every time I drive past anyone’s messy garage, Dear Sister-Out-There-Somewhere, I think of your simple story from more than a decade ago that has changed all of my prayers since. Oh how I needed your mention of your messy garage! Forgive me that I can’t remember your name, or where