My husband and I have a library. Actually, it’s a spare bedroom with no bed. It’s really an unattractive room, except for the hodgepodgery of
It’s not a secret in my circle that I am a prodigal daughter. I bolted from the religion of my youth over 30 years ago
It’s May 2019. Another school shooting in the USA. The 15th this year. One dead child, eight injured. Oh, by the way, the dead child
For decades, I argued that the answer is “yes.” I was proof, after all, because I believed in Jesus of Nazareth but I did not
Lately I’ve been contemplating the meaning of “generosity.” Real generosity, not the I-shared-a-Kit-Kat-with-my-husband generosity (even though I maintain that I should get some measure of credit.