Day

October 7, 2014
My friend is waiting for a table at a local restaurant. She is one of those table stalkers, who intuitively knows who is getting up when. She’s been hovering over a certain table for a good half hour. She is most certain the table is hers until some guy comes out of left field and...

Therese Borchard
I am a writer and chaplain trying to live a simple life in Annapolis, Maryland.

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