The Sunday School Room They Locked
I came to Bethel Grove that first Sunday in July carrying two dozen glazed donuts in a pink box, a jug of red Kool-Aid, and… Read more
I came to Bethel Grove that first Sunday in July carrying two dozen glazed donuts in a pink box, a jug of red Kool-Aid, and… Read more
Deanna Wick picked up my mother’s recipe tin with two fingers, like it might leave a mark on her, and set it down on the… Read more
Ashley Vint stood up at the February board meeting, smoothed the front of her blazer, and said the Fourth of July picnic was “dated” and… Read more
The grave had been bare for eleven months when I finally admitted to myself that it might stay that way. I want to be honest… Read more
For eleven years I set my mother’s dish down on the end of the potluck table at Grace Lutheran, on the far side by the… Read more
We were on the third verse of “Blessed Assurance” when the back doors of Harmony Grove Missionary Baptist Church opened and a man nobody knew… Read more