I was so angry with myself Sunday morning.  I didn’t even ask Quentin if he wanted to go to church. . . I knew there were going to be a lot of people there – former members and ministers.  As I was getting ready to go I looked out the bathroom window and saw Quentin sitting in a chair in ... Read More

I’m glad Christmas is over.  I have said that it should be called “Mama’s Day . . .” Mama buys and wraps the presents.  Mama buys and addresses the cards.  Mama gets to prepare and serve the food.  Mama gets to clean up and put it all away when everyone goes home. This mama has usually ... Read More