Today I got in my car and drove away from my house alone. Again. However many Sundays there are in 28 years, that's how many Sundays (minus a few Christmas and Easter Sundays) I've been going to church alone. Almost every Sunday I have to fight the numbness that threatens. Going to church every Sunday... Continue Reading →
Memorial Day: Remembering when you don’t remember
(photo credit)I'm a generation X-er. The terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001, and the Shock and Awe headlines of March 2003, are the acts of war I remember. And as close to home as the 9/11 attacks and the war in Iraq and Afghanistan have been to me, no one close to me has... Continue Reading →