My Granny’s Hands

  I dreamed of my grandmother’s hands. It was an odd dream since Granny Leona has been dead a long time now. Even when she was alive, my days spent with her were few. I grew up in Georgia, a good day’s drive from where Granny lived in Church Hill, Tennessee. The town gets its name because [Read More...]

People of the Struggle

Resurrections are on my mind this week. Yours, too? Specifically, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about personal resurrections. I happened upon a quote by Loren Eiseley that has got me to pondering. Perhaps you have heard it? We are rag dolls made out of many ages and skins, changelings who have slept in [Read More...]

Faith-colored glasses

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We were invited to attend a concert in the village up the road a’piece. Every artist needs a promoter who believes in their work and direct others to it Claire is her mother’s biggest fan. “She wrote a song for me,” Claire says. “Middle child.” Middle children get a bad rap sometimes, but I have [Read More...]


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