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.

Prayer? Try Rubbing a Lamp

I always wanted more than the genie experience. I preached that praying should be a constant communion of spirits. I tried to practice it, too. I poured my heart out for hours at a time....

People Are Being Beaten

I’ve only just now realized that no one in the UMC is going to change their minds.  The only thing I see happening is that the LGBT will be more resented afterwards.

What Will Happen When I Die?

My consciousness… that presence behind the eyes that processes my thoughts and experiences--does it drift away and go somewhere else? 

I Love the Trees

In Idabel, I loved walking among the trees near my home. Tall pines felt like older siblings watching over me as I walked on a carpet of needles and cones.  At the right time of year, pecan trees left a snack on the ground for me to munch.  Others offered full leaves to shade me … Continue reading I Love the Trees