How Ebin was reminded of his own spiritual yearnings by a girl in the hospital's children's ward.
These should be my people. I should be one of them.
Our kids ask us, "Who were you guys?" Rough drafts. Cross outs. Do overs. Perennial second chances. Answers may vary.
"Because I am totally nuts, but I can make it sound reasonably like a joke. It might even be a joke? I can't even tell myself anymore."
