Noël à Charleroi

Part Ten in the Derailleur Series Right before I got my transfer to Tourcoing I prayed one night bedside in my apartment in Nancy. All was going so well for me; I was teaching, we were baptizing, the weather was beautiful. In my first ville in three months I saw the sun for only three... Continue Reading →


Rue du Mons, Charleroi

Part Nine in the Derailleur Series My new companion was unaffected by my face. He was heading home in four weeks and nothing seemed to drown out that noise in his head. He was my second dying companion. One more and I'd become known as a mortician. He was there to pick me up at... Continue Reading →

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