
Scars: A short story
Suppose for a moment that you were a cold corpse, with your mastectomy chest flat against an even colder post mortem table. You are yellowish,

Suppose for a moment that you were a cold corpse, with your mastectomy chest flat against an even colder post mortem table. You are yellowish,

For the longest time I have taken my cue on how to behave spiritually from the people around me. When I was around skeptics, I




