As a kid, I was always majorly intrigued by confessional scenes in movies like the one in Flashdance! The dimly lit space I imagine smelling like Frankincense, the mysterious presence behind the partition, the downtrodden expression on the confessor.

When I was little, I prayed. But it was really more of an OCD. My own version of If I die before I wake...was an anxious plea to keep myself, family and friends safe, healthy, happy, and alive.