Why God Doesn’t Catch Me When I Fall: Imperfect Prose

I pitter patter through patty pan, squashing ants and pulling wayward weeds, praying for roots.The cat's been pooping in the green beans again, so we'll wash them once they're big and grown. The pincer bugs hurry by, waving weird appendages as they tumble over twigs while two orange dragonflies spin in the sun. I buy … Continue reading Why God Doesn’t Catch Me When I Fall: Imperfect Prose