born and raised twice in the bay, I preach Jesus and him crucified
I have spent most of my life being almost chosen. As a kid I felt it before I had language for it. Someone else came first. I was the fallback, the one people arrived at after the person they actually wanted wasn't available. I told myself it didn't matter. It did. The pattern followed me... Continue Reading →
In high school, I spent almost a year raising money to travel to Nice, France. I sold oranges and grapefruits. I peddled crab feed tickets. I worked every angle I could. The city of Nice covered lodging, most meals, and local travel. All we had to pay for was airfare, lunch, and whatever extras we... Continue Reading →
Phillip W. Martin 