Sunday of the Last Judgement
I remember the piles of stuff. It was summer and everything was ahead of us, a move to Madison, a new parish, and a new life four hours over the eastern horizon. There was so much to do, so much…
I remember the piles of stuff. It was summer and everything was ahead of us, a move to Madison, a new parish, and a new life four hours over the eastern horizon. There was so much to do, so much…
There are days when you think about what you could’ve done, what you should’ve done, the chances you missed, and how everything got so messy so quickly. That’s shame for you. I’m not speaking about the kind of shame people…