I am sitting in the pew, holding my breath because directly in front of me is a man whose clothing reeks of cigarettes. As I desperately try to avoid being distracted, I remind myself that Jesus loves this man. I also remind...
Read MoreWe were sitting by the fireplace having supper when my husband brought up the age-old question, “What do women want in a guy?” It turns out he had been bandying about ideas with some male friends, who confessed to being quite...
Read MoreAll my life, things have been weird. When I was just a kid, I suffered through a series of frizzy permanents, overseen by my older cousin who I suspect was a dropout from beauty school. Yes, that’s me, the misfit with the...
Read MoreIn my mind’s eye I see her: She’s the perfect Christmas woman. She is wearing an elegant ensemble with glittering gems gracing her ears. Her home is perfumed with the sumptuous scent of gingerbread men. They are stunningly...
Read MoreThere are very few things left from my childhood. No favorite books, no trinkets, no furniture. Just an old stuffed Pluto dog, a la the Disney comics, whom I named Poppa. When he was brand new, Poppa Pluto had silky golden fur...
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