"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
"Tears filled my eyes. I looked up to see my mother’s face—it was wet from tears—as she watched us count what felt like a million dollars. Someone loved us enough to know that year…we just needed a tiny sprout of hope, not in a little jolly man in a red suit, but in Christ."
I voted for Donald Trump. God, help me, I did. Southern-bred and Bible-belt brought up, our state ran red, of course it did, but I didn't vote strictly on party lines. I took a good look at the candidates before me, and I prayed. Oh, Lord, I prayed.