Eli was born there. It was small – small like the cabin my parents spent all their money and my childhood on. And small has always meant cozy in my world because of this country song about small houses and big love. There was a lot of love. And Eli was born into that squished-in beauty. He burst it out through the windows; you could probably have tasted it if you walked close enough. There was a lot of love. And a lot of arguments at the top of our lungs. And a lot of apologies near the kitchen sink. With dishes piled high and babies sleeping on the other side of a…
A fundamentalist turned freedom chaser with an obnoxiously stubborn faith.