The Color of Love
A few years ago, at eight o’clock on a Saturday morning, I marched through my local grocery store’s automatic doors. […]
A few years ago, at eight o’clock on a Saturday morning, I marched through my local grocery store’s automatic doors. […]
Recently, I sat alone in my church pew and longed to be married. My long-sleeved dress, fleece-lined tights, and high