“Back on the ferry, I sip some vodka on the rocks and have a chat with God. Me: (desperately) What the *&%$# am I going to do? God: Me: (surprised) Really? After all those Sundays of being a back up… — Lexis De Rothschild Copy Share Image
May I never forget, on my best day, that I still need God desperately as I did on my best day. — Magdalyn Copy Share Image
