The Ultimate Misfit

One Christmas morning I was up before the birds and all in the house was quiet as a mouse. I was sad, rejected, a misfit because there were certain relationships within my family strained and almost nonexistent. My children and I were were separated by many American miles. As I sat in the silence of…

My Story…

A question was posed at church yesterday: Where and when have you experienced the movement of the Spirit? My Story… It was Christmas morning and I was sad. I was sad because I felt alone. Yes, I was the only one up…Corinne, the puppies, and the kitties were snuggled in their beds with visions of…

“God Kills Gay People…”

 It almost never fails.  Soon after I take a seat at my desktop to write, Luna, the nemesis gracing the headline of this blog, comes and plants herself in the center of my chest, gazes at me with demanding eyes and taps the side of my face with her gigantic polydactyl paws. I used to…