Mother can beat me all she wants, but I haven’t let her take away my will to somehow survive.
A Child Called "It"She wanted to hold foreign syllables like mints on her tongue until they dissolved into fluency.
A Constellation of Vital PhenomenaLord, forgive us for the times we have read about Gethsemane with dry eyes.
The Cross He Bore: Meditations on the Sufferings of the Redeemer