the heart wash

the heart wash

I take my heart out to see if I can figure out what is wrong. The starter sounds fine—seems to be getting plenty of electricity. The tires are still good, lots of tread left. I haven’t changed the oil lately but I figure I have a few miles left on it. So I stand back...
when the truth doesn’t set you free

when the truth doesn’t set you free

She broke. I’m not sure when it happened, but it was some time ago, when the man she adored couldn’t bear the weight of clean living. Again. She fought hard, loved well, probably enabled, don’t we all, and then she broke. She left. She had to. The church talked. That...