I called my Mama today. It don’t matter how long it’s been since she folded my clothes—sometimes I just need my Mama. I can’t feel her hands through the phone. I miss her. I need her, but her voice will have to be enough. Affection is not something she lavishes, but if you come into... Continue Reading →
A Right Christmas
Infant in a manger? More precisely...Savior from sin. Who wants to open a sack of sin at Christmas? Look, I like jingle belling as much as anybody, but Christmas is not all Nat King Cole and slippers under the tree. We pine for love, joy and peace, not to mention kindness and gentleness, but when... Continue Reading →