Sunday, July 13th, 2014
On a Saturday night I drove to a nearby bakery, thinking a piece of French silk pie would soften my deep loneliness. When the waitress said, “We’re fresh out,” I left with my emotions out of control. Back at my apartment, I realized I had tried to supply a spiritual need with a physical solution....
Sign in below to continue reading. Don't have an account yet? Create one now!