Happiness

In a small town nestled amidst rolling hills, there stood a charming little church called St. Mary’s. It was a place of solace, where the townsfolk gathered every Sunday to find comfort, share stories, and connect with their faith. Inside St. Mary’s, a group of dedicated volunteers worked tirelessly to …

Late Nite Catechism is the kind of title that sends an intelligent person running. “Oh, no. Not another show about Catholic nuns. Please. Whoopi was enough.” Don’t run too fast. Yes, Late Nite Catechism is a religious comedy. Yes, it features a woman dressed in a black habit. And, yes, …

— By Kath Miles, Grace Lover Yesterday, I got into a very long discussion with a Christian friend who was responding to the last blog I wrote called “Underserved.” She was adamant that I was wrong about God’s grace and, at one point, even suggested that my voicing what I …

— By Kath Miles, Grace Lover Yesterday Facebook removed my blogs because they said they were abusive. As I thought about it, I realized that some always have and always will take my writings that way. You see, I write about the outrageous, relentless, miraculous, underserved grace of God. Grace …

I awoke this morning, remembering that it was my step-mother’s birthday. The woman, my father divorced my mom to marry, after twenty-six years. She was my mom’s best friend and business partner. They were like sisters. We were all shell-shocked when it happened, never to be the same again. But, …

I looked into the mirror As I so often do, Applied a little moisturizer And some cover too. I couldn’t help but notice The creases and lines; The dark spots and the wrinkles, All signatures of time. And as I looked intently At what the mirror showed, I couldn’t help …

1. Save all bacon grease. You will be instructed later how to use it. 2. If you do run your car into a ditch, don’t panic. Four men in the cab of a four wheel drive with a 12-pack of beer and a tow chain will be along shortly. Don’t …

By Betty Chadek On a crisp Sunday morning in 1971, my four teenage children and I sat in our usual place in church. The sixth row and right-hand side of the sanctuary was the Chadek aisle.  As the pastor highlighted the weekly announcements, the five of us thumbed through our …

By Jaye LewisIt was June of 1968, and I was fleeing for my life, carrying my two-month-old, baby daughter. My brother had managed to scrape together enough money for a first class ticket on an airplane traveling from Atlanta to Detroit. My first marriage had become too dangerous, and as …

— By Kathy Anne Pippig (Harris) I live in a shelter, alone in a cageWith food, and a towel on which to sleepI’m small, with spiky fur, and of kitten ageFolks come here looking for a friend to keepSome days others and myself are taken to a homeA place where …