God Is Not Pixie Dust
by Portia Bates
“Let me tell you quickly. If I tell you quickly, like ripping a Band-Aid from a scab, I might be less likely to romanticize it, to recount my memories as some jaded love story. It wasn’t. Actually, it was a slaying, a murder to harvest fresh blood.” So begins the beautifully poignant memoir of Portia Bates as she shares her story of deep tragedy and of sweet redemption.