I do not know when events on the church calendar became more important to me than other holidays. Perhaps the change occurred when I started using hair dye on grey strands. The Wind and Fire day of Pentecost happens near my birthdays, and the Holy Spirit’s story is a lot more exciting than the torch of…
During a three-day winter storm, I hibernated in a warm home, pondering pandas and sparrows. If you have seen a panda, you are indeed privileged. By one count, there are only some 2000 in the world. But here’s a thought: if you have spotted a ubiquitous sparrow, you are privileged too. Track with me on…
Sparkly Ginnie Gaspar and I were together in a Cincinnati Christian writer’s group for about a decade. She was a generation older, but that didn’t matter. Everyone loved Ginnie. She had a generous nature, and she wasn’t one to waste time; she knitted during writer’s critique, and she gave away hundreds of African Violets. Ginnie…