Divine Nebula: Reimagining Advent - poetry collection
Maiden yet a mother She knew sitting in the pew there is no way this is the whole story. Just as Mary pondered all the joys in her heart, secretly, she knew she held the grief too, somewhere. Maybe in her hair when she dyed it three days after seeing those two thin lines hoping no one would recognize her in the halls at school. When she told her cousin they both felt something like excited scrolling through cute outfits online, getting quiet passing the ones that make passes at...