by Freida Marie Crump
Greetings from Poosey.
I don’t embarrass easily, but I was embarrassed. I’d just reached down to pick up one of those rotisserie chickens at the supermarket when a voice behind me said, “No, don’t take that.” The voice sounded nothing like God so I reached down again and I heard, “You don’t need that much.” This was a quandary. Either my guardian angel had just flown