Preacher’s Kid: Smoking with the Boys

Me and my brother, 1977/1978

I never saw the 1984 classic Footloose. The premise turned me off—a rigid and closed-minded preacher, out of fear of a sinful world, convinces a small town to ban rock music and dancing, but salvation comes when a hot-headed, big city teenager moves in and opens everyone’s fearfully ignorant mind while falling for the preacher’s kid, who is rebellious and loose with boys. It was a little too cliché for me. Continue reading “Preacher’s Kid: Smoking with the Boys”

What’s in a Name?

Here’s a quirky confession: from time to time I sign my checks and credit card receipts with names like Agatha Christie, Madeleine L’Engle, Dorothy Sayers and Gilbert Chesterton. I’ve even signed them as Jane Marple and Hercule Poirot. This is all in protest over the fact that too often in this world our identity is reduced to a set of numbers (social security numbers, account numbers, credit card numbers, etc). Continue reading “What’s in a Name?”

On Good Quotes

I love a good quote. At times when I happen upon one it is just the thing I need to make sense of what I am feeling or experiencing. Continue reading “On Good Quotes”