Sometimes communion happens on a living room floor with chicken wings and Coke Zero. And it is beautiful.
When the dark days came the first time, I stopped cooking. I was nearly 30, I had four very young children, and a husband who was battling demons that nearly took him out of the picture entirely. Chicken casserole gave way to frozen chicken nuggets. Spaghetti dinners turned into SpaghettiOs. The Chinese delivery person predicted […]