'Dad's heart stopped after I said amen to a prayer'

The road to hell ain't nothin' compared to the road for a flight delayed.

This is cute. That is all.

“Letters are the most intimate form of travel.”

At the end of the day, we are all just walking each other home.

My emerging savior complex rears it's heroic head.

They make excellent lovers. But poor housemates!

I watched an artist battle his demons, and I understood completely.

If love is the current, then let prayer be the tide — carrying us home to each other and to Him.

Upon the shores of Biltwurt, Entwhistle in Eastern Wysterica was found a tiny blue gem.