It occurred to me that one day in the less-than-distant future, a young lady may decide to conduct an Internet search on the term: “William Isaac Woodlief.” Said lady will be, of course, interested in marrying young Isaac, and itching to bear an entire brood of Woodlief babies. The last post might, naturally, give her pause. Being chaste and of good upbringing, she won’t know how to, as it were, verify the goods. So in the interest of setting her mind at ease, I’m happy to report that everything is healed up nicely.
This is How You Will Heal the Wound
This little essay came to me more as a dream or a prayer, and people seem to like it, so I thought I’d share it
