Letting Go of Their Needs to Fill My Own
I have become suspicious of anyone who offers, entertains, or allows only two choices: black or white, right or wrong, saint or sinner, pure or contaminated, pro- or anti-. Reality doesn’t work that way. God doesn’t work that way. I…
Year After Year
Mother’s Day. I hate it. No matter how much I lower my expectations, no matter how hard my husband and kids try to get me just the right thing, to be thoughtful for a few hours, or to bake something…
