I was about to leave Chick-fil-A Wednesday evening when I noticed a young woman come in who looked exhausted — as though she had been battling monsters all day.
She was tall and slim, with straight black hair and dark brown skin. She wore black pants and a tailored solid blue shirt that fit her frame tastefully.
Even though she seemed tired, she looked graceful and elegant. She looked lovely. We met one another near the door and spoke politely as we passed.
Then as she stood at the counter waiting for someone to take her order, I quickly went over and spoke.

When it comes to politics and race, double standards are everywhere
How could we take responsibility but avoid self-destructive shame?
Why do we paint ourselves into joyless corners with no way out?
Normal days often turn to terror when you live with a narcissist
Dead man’s watch always there to remind me of my own mortality
No one will really notice except me, but a good friend of mine is dying
Fear of intimacy causes confused people to run from love they need
Schools’ one-size-fits-all rules are just excuse not to use judgement
When you compromise principles, you soon won’t recognize yourself