In the Middle (2 of 3).

Start here to read part 1.  I’ve been knocking around these last few weeks in Georgia with a low level weight on my chest and a skim coat of panic in the back of my throat, and if you ask me, I couldn’t tell you exactly why. Our last days in Virginia were...
Free

Free

  Yesterday in church . . . (I was paying attention, I promise) . . . I really, truly, remembered that I used to fly helicopters. I closed my eyes – and for a heartbeat . . . I was free. I could see the ground fading away,  blue skies bursting through the...