Growing up in modern American evangelicalism, I have my fair share of cringey memories. Like the time I wore my smug t-shirt that cleverly disguised the name “Jesus” as the Reese’s logo. Or the time I was the only kid in my religion class who knew what the word “incarnation” meant, and all the kidsContinue reading “American merit monger”
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Part 1, Chapter 12 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
That same evening, he went up the overgrown sidewalk to her house. Reagan opened the door and walked straight into his arms. He hated himself as he held her uselessly, unable to say a word. He had no comfort to offer. He couldn’t admit that it was his fault. She needed him to be good. Continue reading “Part 1, Chapter 12 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Part 1: Chapter 1 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol
Find the whole novel, available now on Amazon Kindle. He was putting on his shoes when his phone rang. He could let it go to voicemail again. He set it on the counter and let it bleat while he peered into the barren freezer and pulled out the last frozen burrito. He dumped itContinue reading “Part 1: Chapter 1 // Though I Make My Bed In Sheol”
Katie Bertola 