The Commute
I reach quasi Tour de France hill climb status.
A Reformed Protestant in Purgatory
I’ve started considering that there’s more to the idea than just talking to flight agents and snapping at my husband.
Not Even Mad About It
“You’re Koster’s sister, right? Why aren’t you a ginger?”
A Concert of Clangs and Hisses
This is not a ministry to the lost.
The Tortoise Trainer and ‘Sleepy’ Joe Biden
Apparently, the past was attractive.
My Greatest Comfort Song Reminds Me of Death
The song was my fix. But fixes only last so long.
Little Answered Prayers
I’ve always yearned for clarity.
Word Power
“Does the basement bedroom still hold the amber scent of pipe smoke?”
Snapshots of a Dieffenbachia
His twig-thin waist cannot support his bulging, leafy muscles.
My Vegetarian Philosophy
I can’t remember the last time I bought meat at the grocery store.
