“Pygmy Darts” was the worst, though it made no sense. “Smelanie” was next, because I didn’t. A friend some time ago suggested I write on derogatory names, things like “redneck” and
Category: Friendship
Of Elevators and Pews
You might say today’s homily began with an elevator pitch. The priest asked us to think about what we or others do in an elevator–read the operation license, watch the lights move from floor to floor, check our phones,
Listen Up!
Have you ever noticed that when something bad happens–a death, perhaps, or a serious illness–responses fall into one of three categories?
Sunday Night Ministries
My sister and I lead hectic professional and personal lives. She travels frequently for work; I end up out a lot in the evening with friends and church-related activities. But most