We’re afraid to be honest but when we are honest we’re afraid to be wrong so then we lose all sense of gentleness. It’s a mess.
jasmine, a friend of a friend, returned my call this afternoon. she’s a riot! when the conversation ended, i felt as if i’d just been refreshed. i finally made contact with tanya, after weeks of trying. as usual, we delved into discussions of the sda church, young adults, our angst, our anger, our revolutionary measures. […]