The conversation continues - that ugly banter of "my right is so much more right than your right." It really is sickening, isn't it? And I find myself often asking, where does my heart lie as a woman of faith? Like so many, I grew up in the Church. And whereas I am able to say … Continue reading God Made Adam and Eve. And Steve.
I grew up in the House with the Cranberry Door. I remember my mother choosing the color for that door, swatches of blindingly similar hues slathered onto the back side of the door. How she remembered what shade was what, I'll never know. My parents bought the House with the Cranberry Door when I was … Continue reading The House with the Cranberry Door