Ruth Calloway

My name is Zephyrine, I am thirty-one years old, and I have spent the last six years of my life running the youth choir at… Read more

At seven o’clock on a Tuesday morning I was sitting in the third pew from the back of Grinnell Community Church with a canvas bag… Read more

Forty minutes before the five o’clock candlelight service on Christmas Eve, still moving slow on a hip that was six weeks out from surgery, I… Read more

At 9:47 on the last Friday morning in May, I was standing at the end of the third row of folding chairs in the Cedar… Read more

The first time I caught my mother stealing, she was seventy-one years old, and she was stealing from herself. I want to tell you what… Read more

The hymnal in my lap that first Sunday was the same red one they hand out to every soul who walks through the doors of… Read more