For people like me, to attack my faith is to attack every facet of who I am, similar to how I denied myself of my faith for so long.

This is why I love handwriting; it’s full of surprises, words that make you stop and squint because they aren’t recognizable.

As Smith says in “The Wealth of Nations,” “It is not from the benevolence of the butcher, the brewer, or the baker that we ...

I choose to take the widest path possible, scraping my fingers along the branches of these other life paths I could take.