My dad was a Presbyterian minister. Yes, I am one of those dreaded P.K.s - Preachers Kids. Be afraid.
Libba BrayShe knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.
Libba BrayMaybe that's what real friendship is -- getting so used to people that you need to be annoyed by them.
Libba Bray