Being the New Girl

“I don’t understand why we go to a church forty-five minutes away,” I say, gripping the steering wheel as I practice my driving. Dad leans back in his seat.  “What’s the problem with that?” “It takes us out of the community.” “Fine, okay, I’ll tell you what,” he says.  “You can pick a local church and I’ll take you there.” “No.  Never mind.” “Why not?” … Continue reading Being the New Girl