The Choir That Refused To Sing
My name is Marilyn. I am fifty five years old, and for thirty one years I have climbed the same eleven steps into the choir… Read more
My name is Marilyn. I am fifty five years old, and for thirty one years I have climbed the same eleven steps into the choir… Read more
I was thirty four weeks pregnant when the foreclosure letter came, and I remember standing at my own mailbox on a Tuesday morning in June… Read more
Aldous Rike sold my husband’s piano for twelve hundred dollars to a church two counties over, and when I asked him how a man could… Read more
Pastor Delwin Cransley stood at the pulpit of Board Camp Road Baptist Church, folded his hands the way he did before he was about to… Read more
I was waist deep in the baptistery at Liberty Hill Baptist Church, twenty nine years old, wearing a set of white robes that smelled like… Read more
Ardis Krogh held out her hand across the folding table in the fellowship hall and said, “I need the key, Lilibeth.” She said it the… Read more