
Notes from a Soggy Small Town
It happened so fast. We had no idea on Saturday morning, June 22, that the water was blocking off roads. My husband Dean and I
It happened so fast. We had no idea on Saturday morning, June 22, that the water was blocking off roads. My husband Dean and I
The attempted assassination of Donald Trump has elicited predicable responses from the right and left. I saw a post on Facebook that Saturday night claiming
As the morning mist began to clear I could see him walking in the distance. No matter how early I began my pilgrimage there always
A few years ago, when pain felt like it was destroying me from the inside out, undoing my very being—physical, mental, and spiritual—I started to
Now has the summer of our discontent passed all endurance. Rising Strongman Bone-Spur escapes by the narrowest margin the violence that karma had in store
Last week I had the pleasure of preaching at Yorkminster Park Baptist Church in downtown Toronto. Yorkminster hosts the Lester Randall Preaching Conference each fall,
What is it about J.D. Vance that gets under my skin? I know it’s got nothing to do with his selection this week as the
I am not very handy. I try to fix things around the house, but I have just enough knowledge to be dangerous. Often, when I
There is something that happens when I step outside, with no purse or bag. I almost feel naked, like my fevered August teacher dreams where
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