A while back, my mom gave me a little sandwich baggie filled with a stack of photos. You know that stack: the one a proud father carries around in his wallet, the one that gets thicker with each passing year as the newest photo is added. The one he pulls
I received this anonymous email just now from someone who is obviously in pain. Please, if you can, leave a comment offering love and support. Our prayers are with you, Anonymous Friend. There are some of us who prefer to fight our demons privately. Up until now, that was me.