Keep the light on

The glow of my phone outshone the light above my kitchen sink. And it lit up a battle. Not the kind with fists. The kind with words.A friend of mine, living on the edges of this world with a pay-as-you-go phone and more burdens than battery life, began pouring out her heart. And when I say pouring, I mean it came out like a shaken soda can. Pain fizzing everywhere. Anger popping in every...