There exists a remote little corner of our Americanized world that both stands apart and serves as a telling microcosm of the best and worst of us. Those who live here call it The Angle. A geographical oddity, it’s the northernmost spot in the lower 48. We drive north into Canada for over an hour to get home. Surrounded by wilderness and the comings and goings of those who seek it, this is where I choose to live, write, raise my children, and try to unlearn the conditioning we’ve all been exposed to our entire lives. This, both The Angle and here on these pages, is my “within” where I find God.
Kellie Knight’s “Angle Full of Grace” 