I’ve written a lot about friendship over the past few years, and I’m not entirely sure that’s coincidence. Things have been consistently… well, shall we say challenging, for lack of a better word, and I’m not joking when I say that I don’t know how I ever would have gotten through any of it without the kindness, caring,…
Apparently I’m not alone… The response to the post I wrote at the end of April about breaking up with the church was overwhelming; in less than 24 hours, it had become the 4th most-popular post on my blog. Clearly, it resonated with more than a few of my readers. I’m grateful to say that the comments – both…
Church has been the center of my spiritual and social life for as long as I can remember. Some of my earliest and happiest memories include sitting on the front porch, singing “Tell Me The Story Of Jesus,” and planting marigolds in the Sunday school garden. My childhood was filled with hymn sings, potlucks, choir…
You know those days that start out looking so organized and promising and then suddenly unravel into complete chaos, where one thing after another goes wrong, none of the things you mean to get done end up happening at all, you feel like you’re consistently disappointing people, and by the end of the day, you have nothing left, and…
Today was a good day. I slept in a bit, treated myself to an hour and half at a local spa, came home and cooked myself an extravagant lunch, watched a few episodes of Gilmore Girls, spent some more time cooking, and listened to great music. It was good. Quiet. Nice. Uneventful. And exactly what…
