four thirty AM three doors down a crow finds its voice Trying out a lune this week. Posted on non-fic because, well, it's true.
Coach M was intense. The football guys loved him. “Do you believe in Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior?” His fist pounded on the passenger window like a hammer pounding nails. My hands tightened on the wheel. “Sure," I said, praying I'd make it out of the car. [Yeah, so I forgot to add this … Continue reading Driver’s Ed