When Lissa Turscott slid down her bus window and whipped that baseball hard, I felt the thud in my back and the smash of my heart and I hunched over to catch the pieces all shattering.
I heard her friends all slapping her back in congratulations as the bus moaned away. Some bruises break the vessels skin deep and others just break souls and Lissa and Judith and Alexa and all the girls with the teased bangs, they were the ones sashaying to the latest Madonna songs and I was the mocked girl wearing polyester pants from the Sally Ann.
I’ve been rejected and I’ve skirted wide circles around women and maybe you know something about wide berths and big circles?
Read the rest of the story over here today…
(or listen to it — The only very small way I could think to say thank you for your friendship…. for being real community for me and healing the hurting places…a small gift from the hick to your good heart: I recorded today’s post over here. )
Photos: Hope holding up our cardboard story for you…
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