“I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”

Last Saturday, November 19th, was the funeral for my friend’s seventeen-year-old son. It was heart breaking and I had not been looking forward to it all week. You see, my friend had ask me to pray the final prayer of the service and for all my wit and humor … I had nothing. How do … Continue reading “I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.”