Running between the pews in my Sunday dress and scuffed church shoes, I hear them again, or at least that’s how my memory goes. I hear the church ladies discussing someone’s latest escapade… “now, he certainly has fallen from grace, hasn’t he?”
I can remember them tisking all zipped and buttoned in their Sunday best and shaking their Sunday-coiffed hair. I didn’t stop running. I didn’t need to….
Today I’m posting over at Tammy Helfrich’s. Care to join me there for the rest of the story?