I haven’t really pulled myself out of my post Synod stupor. I stupidly drug my computer along to the extravaganza, thinking that I would blog or write or something, but that was a fevered dream. Turns out I’m not Rod Dreher, I can’t write all the time. And then, if you remember, it was Mother’s Day, which meant running out and buying tulips for all the mothers at church–or really, any female person who has a mother or is a... Read more