“Your man is probably out there with Vanessa right now. He don’t care about you. He don’t love you!” JoJo stood up and Cookie countered; both women rising off the steel picnic table bolted to the floor. They wore orange jumpsuits with black numbers stenciled on their backs. “That’s enough!” the guard rose too from…Read more JoJo
Mr. Jones Falls
I love men. I fancy I know them too, and for the most part I do. In fact, when this story took place I was living in a house full of men. I was the girl with three male roommates who wasn’t romantically involved with any of them. I was dating a law student who…Read more Mr. Jones Falls
Confession
The tired, old line is so familiar I don’t have to finish it—you know how it goes—confession is good for the … Soul. And mine aches because I am a sinner standing in the need of grace. In fact, I just sobbed in the bathtub. Don’t worry. It’s not like I was sitting in there…Read more Confession
Gracie
Jesus said: Do not let your hearts be troubled. Believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father’s house there are many dwelling places. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? John 14: 1-2 A Tootsie Roll Pop, hard on the outside…Read more Gracie
Goats & Poison Ivy
Gentle Readers, It has been a long time. Please accept this humble offering. With much love and gratitude, …Read more Goats & Poison Ivy
Stopping for Pizza
Cherished Readers, Here's a little something. Thanks for reading. Stopping for Pizza After a full week, I walk into the pizza joint on Friday night to get some dinner. The man behind the counter greets me with a thick Italian accent and then tilts his head a bit and smiles. He waves his fingers back…Read more Stopping for Pizza
The First Thanksgiving
November 29, 2004 Dear Dave, …Read more The First Thanksgiving
The First Thanksgiving
Cherished Readers, Here is another Dear Dave letter. It is the first of two about Thanksgiving. Thank you for reading! Blessings and much love, Darlene Nov. 12, 2004 Dear Dave, Thank you so very much for your kind words and generous gift. Again and again, I don’t know what I’d do without you. So far,…Read more The First Thanksgiving
The Subway Ride
I lugged my bicycle down the stairs and across the subway platform because it was pouring when I got off work, and I hate to ride in the rain. There’s no wet as bad as bike-wet. While I waited for the train, I propped a book open on the handlebars. Seminary requires constant reading; but…Read more The Subway Ride
Methodist to Her Madness 