for H & K & Z I have to brake hard at the light, and my right arm shoots out to the seat beside me. I’m not protecting a person, or even a particularly breakable item. It’s a cake. Wrapped in foil, teetering precariously on the seat. My quick reflexes hold it in place. I […]
Grief Draws Us to Belonging
by June 2, 2019 Leave a Comment
on As we rounded the corner, I saw the hearse. It was parked in front of the doors of First-Centenary United Methodist Church in Chattanooga, Tennessee and the finality took my breath away. This past Saturday, we shared in Rachel Held Evans’ funeral. I drove up from Atlanta with my dear friend Tina Francis-Mutungu and the miles […]