Courage

We – myself, Knute, and The Royal Monkeys – always sit upstairs at Mass at our little church here in the postcard-perfect little Midwestern town that we call home. 
And by upstairs, I don’t meant the open and airy choir loft; I mean the other side – the closed-up, boxed-in, impossibly hot, Plexiglassed cry room.
Which means [...]

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