I am a 35 year old African-American woman. I had my first—and last—kiss (or kisses, depending on how you count) five days after turning 34 and had my only boyfriend in the summer and fall of 2004. I am a few months into recovery from heartbreak by being unseen when I’d at least hoped to be considered … Continue reading Single Ladies Catechism
Yesterday I got coffee with a friend and she asked me how classes were going. I told her that my covenant theology class has changed the way I pray. When she asked how, an analogy came to mind. You enter a store teeming with nothing but precious valuables. You take a stroll around trying to … Continue reading No More Window Shopping: A Covenant Perk
Feet Cry Mercy 