Once upon a time, there were two Zima.
They didn’t start out as two, no, they were 4 leftovers from a 6-pack, to begin with. They were excited to attend their first barbecue, brought along by a Happy Couple to bless the household. They weren’t aware that their hosts had never before tested them, so they were therefore unknown. They were just happy to go along for the ride. It was 1996 and barbecues were fun!
Women, Politics, and Bob Dylan
Women everywhere are rallying around her, speaking out, and organizing. We are done pretending that mens’ behavior is acceptable just because they’re men.
As the Pendulum Swings: Balance
We left our church after 18 years under less than ideal circumstances. The feeling of being burned is still with me six years later. We started going to a small congregation church where my kids attended homeschool co-op classes. They were kind and friendly and gave us time to heal without asking us to get […]
On Kindness
“I’ve been missing you guys. I need you as a sounding board when stuff comes up.” He sipped his mocha and smiled. We’ve been meeting Robert* for coffee a couple times a month for over two years. He comes, not for the free coffee, although I know he appreciates it. We invite, not because we […]