I asked my web designer to change my page to “The Angry Christian.” She, of course, declined. That was months ago, and today, I’m still pondering the idea—not because I’m angry all the time but because I do get angry. I mean, don’t we all?...
You have many names – none of them pleasant. Each slides off the tongue like turpentine that’s been accidently swallowed. Poison. You sneak into my thoughts at night, disrupting sleep I desperately need. You toy with my memories of a past I can’t...
I know the polite thing to say when someone pays me a compliment about my writing is “Thank you,” but I always find myself going into a lengthy explanation as to why the poem, song or story got written and what inspired me. I should just say “Thank...