A sad tale of witnessing. My daughter has just parked the car. We found a great spot next to the cart return at the grocery store. I’ve taught my girls a series of lessons in grocery shopping, and parking location is one of them. We step out into the cold, damp Virginia night air asContinue reading “It’s 8:30 on a Friday Night. Do You Know Where Your Jesus Freaks Are?”
Anne the Vegan 