When the Bishop comes
The bishop of our diocese comes to St. Paul’s Episcopal Church once a year. Baptisms are always on the schedule and, this year, confirmations were…
The bishop of our diocese comes to St. Paul’s Episcopal Church once a year. Baptisms are always on the schedule and, this year, confirmations were…
It is Sunday morning and I’m heading to Aldi after church to get Noah some fruit. That boy is eating me out of house and…
It was lovely and it went off without a hitch. The Wedding Party was a complete success. I understand the Royal Wedding went as planned…
“What are you doing?” This is a text message my friend, Kim, sends me. It usually comes late in the afternoon and it is code…
Not the people of Cuba, although I am very fond of them. The sandwich. The sandwich that many of you have never heard of. Such…
I am an idiot. Or as Mark’s Granny Belle used to say, an “idjut.” Every year at St. Paul’s Episcopal Church the youth throw a…
Oh, my Lord. They were all there. In the post directly below you will note my fear that Julie Hendrix, Donna Stokes Rogers and Wanda…
It is an hour before the every-other-month meeting of the Women of St. Paul’s Episcopal Church and I can promise you there are dozens of…
Waste not, want not. You know that’s my motto. Every once in awhile I overbuy on the bread and I choose the wrong kind. You…
“Did you get the e-mail about the Men’s Club breakfast?” Kirby Horton asks hesitantly as Mark and I arrived at 7 a.m. Sunday to make…