Christian devotion

Like a Witch, and I Don’t Mean Samantha

 

When I grew up, my long black hair caused me to typecast myself year after year as a witch on Halloween. Samantha on Bewitched proved, after all, that witchcraft was fun and innocent. And I must admit that something in me wished I could manipulate my crumbling world with a twitch of a nose. 
As time went on, I confronted the reality (more…)

Rocks in My Pockets

When I’m out shopping, I look for young moms. Getting much of anything done is hard enough when you have little ones underfoot, but shopping with unsedated children can be a herculean challenge. I remember. And I remember that, if you’re actually lucky enough to cross off everything on your list before meltdown occurs, you still face the challenge of getting (more…)