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.

What’s the use of love if the one who you love doesn’t need you?
Relationships he couldn’t mend were tragedy of my father’s death
Once you taste what is possible, you can’t accept being ‘normal’
I don’t like to admit this, but recent changes leave me afraid
Intolerance isn’t just an American thing; it’s common to all humans
Love drives us mad, but madness rescues us from ‘horrible sanity’
Mental illness can be hidden in any family, changing lives forever
Today’s kids learning they should fear police, not respect them