House Church, Panties, and Socks

SO Mom was like, “……The girl’s room smells like dirty panties and the boy’s room smells like dirty socks….” as we both trailed off LOLing and cleaning up after a passel of kids spent nights in seperate rooms of that god-forsaken property while we hosted the Bercots and the House Church but if you goContinue reading “House Church, Panties, and Socks”

Refusing to Cave to Religion

I will refuse to struggle with the narrative of the last 54 years. Reality is what I say it is. And that reality is universal. America is beginning to begin to realize our power with Voice regardless of the naysayers. And we even continue to love and nurture the ones who stubbornly continue the narrativeContinue reading “Refusing to Cave to Religion”