As I walked into the grocery store this morning, I noticed that I was following a uniquely-dressed older woman. She had on a long, loose cotton dress, which was slightly cinched at the waist and accented with simple white shoes. Her grey hair was artfully twisted and secured into a bun with several shiny barrettes. Continue reading
Mormon
We are “fragile” – a beautiful message
I make no bones about (and I’ll never apologize for) the fact that I draw spiritual sustenance from a multitude of sources and varying Christian faiths. Continue reading
Christian creeps
A few years ago, I was a really crappy friend to someone I’ll call Summer. She and I met back when we were taking college classes at Indiana Tech and we became fast friends. Even after I moved away, we maintained a friendship. This wasn’t a surface-level friendship, either. We confided in each other about our struggles as wives and working women and we were always telling one another how thankful we were to have the other in our lives.
And then it all changed.
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Calling Heaven
I never delve lightly into anything that interests me. I don’t take passing fancies to things, skimming the surface before moving along to the next thing that catches my eye. No, I’m one who immerses herself up to her elbows in the things that fascinates her. Continue reading
Still watching…
As I posted in my last post, I spent a large portion of Saturday watching most of the General Conference for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Now, as a non-Mormon, I still can’t really explain why I watched General Conference. Continue reading
New phone, sewing, and… Latter Day Saints?
My eyes are barely open as I’m writing this, meaning this post will probably be somewhat brief. It’s been pouring down rain all day, which is my absolute favorite type of weather, but it’s made me sleepy and longing to crawl beneath the quilts and get some rest.
Life on Wild Hare Farm 