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…
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…
One Advent I was gloomy, because several people I loved were struggling with sickness and divorce. Their suffering made it too difficult to gear up for frosted sugar cookies and “Ho! Ho! Ho!” Yet, I was mildly interested in the growing Christmas light competition between two neighbors. And then there was the Golden Retriever, newly acquired…