Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
"When you're alone in church and suddenly it's like, 'Where did all these big dark shadows come from?' I remember when I was a girl that would happen," our downstairs neighbor says about a story her father wrote.
"I used to be so comfortable in church as a kid that I'd just find a place to curl up and go to sleep, because nothing bad could happen in a church," I reply.
"You obviously didn't grow up Catholic," Katie says, laughing.