Dear God, My grandmother used to say: “When a goat decides to wander into the

Dear God, You know how some conversations sneak up on you like a blindside, yes?…

Dear God, So, there I was, all dressed up for what I thought was going

Dear God, She paused. The silence was loud. It felt like she was playing a

Dear God, “It started as a joke,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper,