“Now Rabia, this is the time to write.” I say it with a mock sternness, unsure if she can discern humor. She looks back at me with what I judge to be pools of affection in her baby brown eyes, blond … [Read more...]
surfing the reformation on a wave of religion-less Christianity
“Now Rabia, this is the time to write.” I say it with a mock sternness, unsure if she can discern humor. She looks back at me with what I judge to be pools of affection in her baby brown eyes, blond … [Read more...]