All this time, Lev ever realized what he needed. He did not need to be adored or pitied. He needed to be forgiven. Not by God, who is all forgiving. Not by people like Marcus and Pastor Dan, who would always stand by his side. He needed to be forgiven by an unforgiving world.

The way I see it, the impossible happens all the time; but we're so good at taking it for granted, we forget it was once impossible.

History is written by the victors--and when there is no victors, it all winds up in the corporate shredders.

He does not deserve this. He has done many things, not all good, but he does not deserve this. And he never did get his priest.

Teenage rebellion is for suburban schoolchildren. Get over it.

In the backseat Moose and Squirrel inhabited a pair of six-year-old-twins, and wouldn't stop bickering and picking their noses. They were clearly in their element.

It comes with being sixteen," Mom said. "You teenagers, you go into a cocoon when you turn fifteen and don't come out for years." "So they become butterflies when they finally come out?" my little sister Christina asked. "No," Mom said. "They're still caterpillars, only now they're big fat caterpillars that smell.