As we sit in the freezing courtroom, I whisper to the woman huddled next to me,
“What shall we pray for?”
She sits quietly shredding the balled up tissue clenched in her small hands. 768 more words
I may have made a beer fest faux pas. I had a plan for the Great American Beer Festival.
Not necessarily a long, marked up sheet with beers I wanted to try – that can simply be disastrous with the pressure you put on yourself – but a short list of breweries I wanted to see. 601 more words