“As expected, the church lady grumbled something incoherent and put Bridget’s call on hold. A peppy rendition of “City of God” blared as hold music just long enough for Bridget to start to sing along with the chorus. Catholic brainwashing… — Gretchen McNeil Copy Share Image
“Women are not on this planet exclusively to inspire men and make them happy. We have our own dreams and needs, our own shit… — Gretchen McNeil Copy Share Image
“How much time had she wasted living in fear? Living for others? How much of her life would she continue to let slip away… — Gretchen McNeil Copy Share Image
“She felt like a baton getting passed along in a relay race, completely devoid of any control over her destiny.” — Gretchen McNeil Copy Share Image
“Someone tells me I’ve been touched by Jesus, I remember.” “Not Jesus,” he said in all seriousness. “The hand of God.” — Gretchen McNeil Copy Share Image
“I thought you'd be better at this." "Why?" Bridget shrugged. "'Cause your dad's a cop." "Right," Matt said, shifting his body so he wasn't… — Gretchen McNeil Copy Share Image
“As expected, the church lady grumbled something incoherent and put Bridget’s call on hold. A peppy rendition of “City of God” blared as hold… — Gretchen McNeil Copy Share Image
