I remember a few years back when I was not so sanguine about my fast food.
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I Have Always Been Free
I may not have known it, but I have always been free, both when I was a believer and now that I'm not. God never has controlled my thoughts and decisions. The church culture tried to control me, but its only power is what I allowed it to have. I’m free. I own my … Continue reading I Have Always Been Free
Conflict with Daddy
He often said... that I was much weaker than him. I wasn’t strong enough to work as hard as he did. I couldn’t stand up to pressure like he could. And I believed it.
The Mean Dad
I wanted to grab him by the lapels, slam him against a wall and urge him to be nicer.
The Mean Teacher Retires
I know a lot of outstanding teachers. Theirs is a difficult job and I have a great deal of sympathy for them. But I had some doozies when I was young. This is about one of them. It made sense that the meanest teacher of our elementary school had the name, Mrs. Snodgrass. She had … Continue reading The Mean Teacher Retires
I Hope I’m Wrong About This Prediction
I've always felt gratitude and respect for the service of the outgoing Presidents, even the ones for whom I didn't vote. Until this one. It’s the last twenty-four hours of his term, and I’m not breathing a sigh of relief just yet. In every church I ever served, there was a Trump personality who grasped … Continue reading I Hope I’m Wrong About This Prediction
Conservatives, This is Your Fault!
To my conservative family and friends, as well as the millions of others, I want to say clearly that I'm angry because you put this jackass in the White House.
Who Cares About the Election?
What would it be like if we had a whole nation of grownups who knew how to think critically and cared enough to resist the hysteria of crowds? What kind of leaders would be chosen?
This Is Not New
This is not new. And it shouldn't be a surprise. The only thing that should shock anyone is that rioting still seems to be a necessary last resort because things have changed so little.
A Conspiracy of Silence
I’m horrified that we locked my sweet, loveable, funny aunt into a prison of silence, where she dreaded the day she would die and go to the hell we had created.
Deep Calls 