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The season of Lent is not one with which I grew up. It was one of those things that was relegated to the Catholic corner with the statues

In my earliest memory I am frightened by a crow. I am two years old and I am in my backyard on a red tricycle. I hear a

I notice faults in folks, faults that I have forgotten I possessed myself. I am quick to judge, unwilling to forgive, particularly when the sin is a sin

If Mama got to cooking and found herself in want of a cup a flour or a cup of sugar, she would place a measuring cup in my

On my first day back to the office after four-and-a-half months of working from home due to the pandemic, I wore my most comfortable work-appropriate shoes. They weren’t

“Damn dam,” Mom would say every time someone mentioned the Whitney Dam. Mom was my grandmother. Back in the 1950s, the dam had flooded her homeland, an area

I believe that King's use of Isaiah 40 is far more than the rhetorical flourish of a Baptist preacher. That Messianic prophecy of valleys being raised and mountains

When the rugs of ritual and routine get pulled and ripped from under our feet, when what we thought we could depend on isn’t reliable, when what was

“Love the sinner, but hate the sin” is right up there with “everything happens for a reason,” and “he/she is in a better place now” when it comes