“It takes a Congo refugee, a soul-food chef, a persistent husband, and one desperate night on the brink of freedom for Georgia and Fairly to realize how far they have drifted from their God-given purposes.”
Here are some genuine tastes of Lindt truffle writing you’ll ever find:
“He shares the confusion, too, because sometimes pain and love hold each other’s hand, then sway like cats on a fencepost.”
“A shoe box of a business holding, at first glace, about as much promise as a two-dollar umbrella.”
“Even velvet rubs the skin raw after too many passes, doesn’t it?”
Folks, this girl rocks my world. Thank you again, Lisa, for a beautiful, haunting, poetic read.