When I was six, my Nanny decided to tell me my birth story. I know her intention was to tell me how much she loved me.
I didn’t know then about self-filtering mechanisms, about choosing words carefully, or editing what you say to sensitive children who, no matter … view
Hester L. Furey
They say this was Napoleon’s card.
After WWII the Eisenhower-led liberal conservatives came home and set about installing some of Hitler’s improvements, starting with the interstate highway system. That transportation artery is known in Chicago as “the Stevenson” and “the Eisenhower.” Here in Georgia, we call it … view
Althea Natalga Sumpter
Two of my brothers and I like to sit among our friends and tell stories of growing up in the country, on an island surrounded by marshland off the coast of South Carolina. The ’50s and ’60s have their own place in history, but not all my … view
Today is the final day in my seminary career.
Two years and one semester ago, I reluctantly applied to seminary.
I often quoted Acts 4:13 to support my argument against going: “When they saw the courage of Peter and John and realized that they were unschooled, ordinary men, they were … view
Hester L. Furey
She was a maenad, one of the wild women who ran with Bacchus: dancing, fighting, tearing men to pieces, falling asleep drunk with their boots on. Disturbing the peace was her art. She was the life and death of the party. He was a river god, a … view
My father is an alcoholic who never joined AA. He never tried to quit drinking on his own. He never admitted he had a problem, much less a drinking problem. When I became my father’s legal guardian, I found out his doctor had advised him to quit drinking … view