Dear Momma

  Dear Momma,   You died. A year ago today I was holding your dead hand. For hours I sat with your body as it blanched, as it grew cold. Your fingers were starting to not look like your fingers. I couldn’t stop crying. They came for you, to take you and I wailed. Because... Continue Reading →

Strong Meat

(I wrote this essay a few years ago on a different blog, but I came across it today and it seemed apt) I read an article by Cathleen Falsani in Sojourners earlier this year that talked about grace.  She herself had read an article in a 1970's Playboy interviewing Jimmy Carter when he was running for office.... Continue Reading →

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