Angry Conversations with God by Susan Isaacs
And everywhere I went, I met people who, regardless of their religious beliefs, were looking for the same things: a connection to God, a desire to mean something, and a way to stay alive even when dreams die. Angry Conversations with God, p. 233 I’m worried about the quality of […]



I don’t know what you do up here in Northern Indiana. Where I came from, on Friday nights, we used to get in our Dads’ trucks cause they used to build those trucks so that you could run over anything and it wouldn’t hurt them. You know, the old gravel roads, they just ran straight for miles and miles and miles. You never had to turn your car because you were always going in one direction until you wanted to go in another direction and then you had to wait until you came to a road to make a turn and then you’d make the turn and go straight in that direction for a long ways.