by Emily Wierenga | Jul 17, 2013 | #imperfectprose, blogging, camping, God, homeless, hungry, hurt, imperfect prose on thursdays, Jesus, pain, street people
Kasher is chanting on the top of Trent’s shoulders, and it sounds like a monk’s song. We’re camping at Snaring River where we tented back when I was 39 weeks with the same boy. There are no flush toilets here. No hot showers. Just the bare smell of nature,...