An Honest Wash

This post comes from a pretty new blog written by a young lady who is a good friend of our family. I hope you’ll check it out and maybe give it a “follow”, for when you do you will discover an amazingly talented young writer!

Willow Grace August

The laundromat has an honesty about it that is seldom found outside of our own hearts. All of us here are dragging with us the dirty byproduct from the last weeks wear. We come here with all of the stains acquired from sweating, spilling, playing, living, and trying.

For some, the load is heavy. A tired woman, shoulders bent over by an unseen weight is taking her son by the hand and showing him how to put quarters into the soap slots. These are tender, teachable moments.

There is a businesswoman joining in loudly on the chorus as Madonna rings out over the drone of machines. For her, here, she is free to express the joy that she carries. It bubbles over into the wash.

A young couple is having an argument over who will sort the socks, but the tone of their voices is laced with an anger that…

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