I wrote this August 28, 2003. 14 years later, the sadness has not changed…. I once knew a boy. He was a beautiful boy. Charismatic and charming and a tiny bit naughty, he was very appealing. So often I find myself saying, “once” and “was”, speaking about people in the past tense. Thinking about people … More The Boy I Once Knew
It’s not a matter of religion; it’s a matter of what side you are on and what values you uphold.