Transcendence Digital Stories

The mug on my desk that my sister sent me says “Social Butterfly.”  The social part fits. That’s me, maybe  to a fault? Sometimes.  But I...

Today there is no where else to sit in this packed church except a chair in the front of the south transept facing the Saint Teresa ...

He woke me up. I’d been drinking myself to sleep and numbing myself till morning, And I lost myself in the night. Yet He woke me up. He...