After swallowing 30 Xanax, she felt bulletproof. The backs of her knees wrapped the cushions of somebody else’s couch and tugged her torso back toward the clenched hand striking the cartilage and fatty tissue where her nose and philtrum meet. Again. Again.
Sommer wasn’t bulletproof. Her face warped into an unrecognizable puff of shiny skin and blood. When she opened her eyes, whatever she s
Issue
Faith, When There Is No Work
A 'Common Good' team traveled to parts of Appalachia, where American, blue-collar work once shined, asking pastors what faith and work looks like when neither come easily.
This story is from Common Good issue 02.