Ariel Walks Into a Bar

Limps, really. Drops onto the first stool, starts rubbing her bare blistered feet. She nods upwards once to the bartender the way drunks do to signal whatever’s cheap. I gave up my voice you know–fought a bitch to get it back. And now it hurts to stand. Every step is glass. We let her talk….

Staff Picks for Spring Reading

Social justice is central to Agape’s mission, and we thought we’d share with you some books that have changed and challenged us.