I just love you. I love your book. I want to imagine I would be a friend sneaking out of Mass to hug you. I can relate to you in so many ways. I never lost my voice, but felt that separation internally as a teen.
You have wonderful good moments too, that I lighted when I read, “Bring a plate to the Barbie”, and you bring empty ones. Planning to meet David Cassidy in his room?
Oh, honey, I really would hug you. The church has pushed you around enough. You speak fairly and how they treated you was very unfair and even unchristian.