“Because part of me demanded more: the right to walk hand in hand with him in the sunshine for everyone to see. Nothing less would be enough.” — 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 dance away. “That’s what you and I are trying to figure out.” Grace starts to hum. “You know this song?” I ask and she smiles, so wide I can see her dentures shift in her mouth.… — Juliann Rich Copy Share
“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
