The Deadly Question

Sandra From Sandra's Desk 0 Comments

We were driving to town when my friend asked the question. It popped out as she described the wrestling match she was in with life. It was the type of question we call out in the midst of desperation. When we feel confused and lost, alone with no place to go. Enveloped in a smog that blinds, penetrates, threatens. In an attempt to make sense, pursue resolution, breathe …