My son and I sit across from each other at the dinner table over candlelight and quiche. Pushing two fingers together, I flick dry crusty bread crumbs off my placemat from lunch while we wait for curls of steam to evaporate. Under socked feet, I feel vagrant leaves from the garden on the cold wood …
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Barbara Brown Taylor and Shelly Miller are two of my favorite people. I admire Barbara from afar. I'm sure she is completely unaware of me, and I'm cool with that. If I ever were to meet Barbara Brown Taylor, I'd be completely starstruck, and I'd probably drool and gush at the same time. It would …