I Said Grace
Among petals and parables, a preacher’s daughter finds her prayers answered not in heaven—but in her best friend’s kiss. And perhaps they’re the same. The light between the trees shifted with each rustle of wind, making the ground grow opalic. It played hide-and-seek with the columbines—reds, yellows, and blues nodding gracefully against the green—and caught on the pale tips of wood anemone and the scattered bells of blue phlox. The light moved like breath, like touch, soft and dappled over everything, including me. Two white sneakers sat among them. Mine. Inside them,...