I looked everywhere, but I could not find my great-grandmother’s wedding ring. Sentimentality skates dangerously close to hoarding, too close for me to get overly involved with ‘things,’ but this was different. This is part of who I am. Edward and Louisa Deaton, ca. who knows? It’s a little sad that I don’t know more […]
Remember sleep? I do. As a small child, I had nightmares. The world was big and scary, and I was a very little girl; monsters were everywhere. Like all little kids, I didn’t want to go to bed. This changed when I hit puberty. For many of us, sleeping past noon during the teenage years […]
I visited a dead guy this week. Having graduated to my fifties, I find myself standing next to a casket, remarking on its contents, far more often than I would prefer. Funeral culture: it’s a thing. My grandmother used to take me with her to many a visitation. For the funeral novices among us, this […]
We tend to view ‘nice’ people, helpful people, or happy people with a sort of repugnance, as though we believe they have a sinister motive or, at the very least, a mental disorder of some kind.
I mean, all the teachers and worship leaders and pastors and Bible scholars gotta pay the bills, in Jesus’ name.
