“See you on Sunday, Brandon,” Pastor Park says. After gathering my things, I shake his hand appreciatively and leave through the exit at side of the sanctuary. The pastor closes the broad, brown doors as best as he can, but they never quite meet due…
“I’m not spending money on piano lessons,” said my mother. “It will be a waste of time and money since your hands are too small and stiff.” The condescending smile on her face enraged me. I felt a sudden impulse to bang at the black…
Salmon Point beach and campground in Bridgton, Maine on that early summer morning was idyllic, with maroon picnic tables staggered along the lake’s edge and sand bridging the distance. A simplistic playground with a swing set and some monkey bars sat in the grass just…