“Paul bent his head. The sun beat down on his bald spot, bigger than last summer, which gleamed red as the burn set in. His broad shoulders were permanently curved forward. Paul and prayer were close friends.” — Juliann Rich Copy Share Image
“I don’t know what to tell him.” The music notes return and float suspended in the air. I reach out my hand, but they… — Juliann Rich Copy Share Image
“The trembling started in my cleats and worked its way through my aching ankle, my tensed calf and thigh muscles, my pounding chest until… — Juliann Rich Copy Share Image
“I hear it then, the music I forgot along the journey. It swells until it drowns out the overhead announcements and the sounds of… — Juliann Rich Copy Share Image
“When did it become okay for the people who hold the Bible to be God’s absolute truth to choose which parts of it to… — Juliann Rich Copy Share Image
“Paranoia is when you think everyone is talking about you and they’re not. Hell is when you think everyone is talking about you and… — Juliann Rich Copy Share Image
“Paul bent his head. The sun beat down on his bald spot, bigger than last summer, which gleamed red as the burn set in.… — Juliann Rich Copy Share Image
“I watched out of the corner of my eye as he stepped into his shorts and pulled a T-shirt over his head. Slipping the… — Juliann Rich Copy Share Image
“Because part of me demanded more: the right to walk hand in hand with him in the sunshine for everyone to see. Nothing less… — Juliann Rich Copy Share Image
