She was leaning her head on her dad’s shoulder, the girl with her parents two rows in front of me at Ash Wednesday Mass. When she stood up, she reminded me of myself in junior high, wearing jeans with bold vertical stripes, more noticeable than pleasing, the broadest stripe a bright pink. My bellbottom jeans’ broadest stripe was red…

Praise the Lord

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