Stabbed selling crack on a side street in Nassau County, Jake told us he couldn’t lift his arm over his shoulder and then raised that arm straight up to expose a line of scars dotting his ribcage and trailing off around his back. Turning slowly and deliberately like a model, clutching his shirt to keep…Read more One Last Winter’s Tale
seeking God’s grace
For Birdie & Christopher
“Never bet against the Steelers.” That’s one of the things my friend, Owen, taught me. I don’t work in a bar anymore, and I’m not a huge football fan, but I’ll always put Owen and the Steelers together. If they ever win a Super Bowl, I’ll think, “Owen must be pleased.” After the Steelers, my…Read more For Birdie & Christopher
Everything You Didn’t Really Need to Know About How a Bartender Becomes a Methodist Pastor
Cherished Readers: Here it is again--both parts together this time since folks were telling me they were having trouble with the whole two parts thing.... New post coming soon. Meanwhile, a summer repeat all in one piece this time. Blessings! A compact park occupies the corner of Thirty-third and Third, a curve in the…Read more Everything You Didn’t Really Need to Know About How a Bartender Becomes a Methodist Pastor
Methodist to Her Madness 