I confess: I haven’t been to church in a while as of this writing. I don’t make excuses; I don’t pretend that I “don’t have time.” In fact, I almost never use that excuse anymore for anything, since “I don’t have time” is almost always code for “It’s not a priority.” This is true of…

It was a pleasant day in the mid-1990s. I’d spent some time dating a Goth guy and had assumed some of the trappings of the Goth culture, even after the guy and I had broken up. I was never one for the white pancake makeup and black nail polish and hair dye, but my wardrobe…

Once upon a time, I belonged to a church where I was desperate to serve God. I frantically laid myself bare in my attempt to be a part of the ministries that were offered there.