Why I Loathe Much “Christian” Art

In the days before she died, my mom looked at me, when I was alone with her in her room, and said, “You are trying to kill me.” She was delusional, of course, and confused and scared and so many other things I cannot imagine and probably don’t want...

Why I Loathe Much "Christian" Art

In the days before she died, my mom looked at me, when I was alone with her in her room, and said, “You are trying to kill me.” She was delusional, of course, and confused and scared and so many other things I cannot imagine and probably don’t want...

Enough Is More Than Enough

It’s just before 10am, and I’m at a Dunkin Donuts in this adorable town of Cookeville, TN. Behind me, a man in a football jersey is trying to coax his slightly plump chocolate lab Coco to rest, and I’m having cup of coffee number two. I just dropped...

What I Own; What Others Do Not

My granny washes styrofoam plates and reuses them. A little gross to me but true for the frugalness of her nature. I cannot bring myself to do that, and I feel bad about that. Today, Dad and I pounded out 99 nails that the previous owner of the farmhouse had put into...