Rebecca F. Tag

I had arrived at the moment when you get down to the nitty gritty trenches of truly loving, when affection has dissolved and sacrifice has lost its appeal; when you're slapped in the face with the fact that charity isn't concerned with the injustice of the situation and mercy doesn't count the cost...

One day, our 9-year-old neighbor Diego was playing in front of our house just as we were coming back from visiting. He mentioned he had a guitar and wanted to learn to play it, so I brought out ours and showed him the finger placement for one chord....