Sunday, November 06, 2005
Sunday morning
I hate it that my mother had to walk past the Westboro Phelpsians this morning, who were lining the sidewalks and parking lots around her church. I hate it that she had to see those words on their signs. I hate it that she had to see the pictures, and hear their shouts. I hate most of all that she now knows such people really do exist.I hate that.
Hitting the fan like no one else can. . .
