ON THE FLOOR AT A KUMBAYA
ON THE FLOOR AT A KUMBAYA
It’s been years since I attended a large gathering of the faithful, and like any outsider I walked through the doors of the Toronto Congress Centre with a wobbly uncertainty. I felt goddamned ashamed. After decades of self-improvement, I still felt like that kid on the playground, the one that doesn’t look right and probably never will.
Maybe it was my blue suede high-heeled cowboy boots that…
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