Tag: Smoking

Porcelain Girl

She couldn’t have been more than seventeen Her porcelain cheeks framed by a knit cap ­­·····and Columbia Sportswear winter coat ·····Rubber-soled Sorel boots to protect her feet from unexpected February snow As she traversed the cross walk ·····I thought the curling puff wafting upward ·····from...

My Smoking Soapbox

This post is going to be a bit different from my usual because it is about my earthly father instead of my heavenly Father. This past Sunday would have been my dad’s 89th birthday. I say “would have been” because he died when he was...