Choosing Communion

A rush of memories poured over me – like the nine-year-old Emmali who served me a Cheez-It cracker and red Gatorade in a shot glass at home because I’d missed communion at church to tend to her younger sister who was sick…

Mascara at the Matinée

Mascara at the Matinée

Grace made a grown-up decision to be a child for the afternoon. She’s been doing that a lot lately in this time between pretend proms with her junior high friends and presenting her case for why I should allow her to wear make-up for real. I gave in with one...