The first pageWhy I am starting a notebook I will have to hide, and where I am hiding it.BeginningSunday, twiceThe performance I give every week, described once so I never have to describe it again.FaithA name I will not writeThe first person I could talk to. I am calling him E., and I am not saying anything else.LoveWhat the pastor saidA sermon about people like me, and the moment in the pew when my prayer changed shape.FaithHarmattanThe dry wind, Francis home, Charles on the bicycle, and a year that ends with one person knowing.Family