Don’t get me wrong, I love lounging in my pj’s—with no intention of wearing real pants all day. But after nearly three months of Sunday video services viewed from the sofa, the novelty has worn [Read more...]
It stares sour. Recriminations whisper ire. My curly handwriting blurs before my eyes and dances death’s dirge. Months have marched steadily past, Ushering in defeat that taunts like a school yard [Read more...]
I don’t know her, We merely exchanged church smiles and head nods But I want to be that woman Or at least the image of what she stands for in my mind. No air-conditioning, doors [Read more...]