Unexpected Fruit of Grief

Four years ago, we were preparing for my dad’s funeral by early morning light.  I was back in my childhood home under the redwoods in my mom’s kitchen; writing a joint eulogy with my sister and pouring some good whiskey into a flask for the three of us.  It was rough but we were determined…

My First (and Last) Christian Puppet Show.

When I was about seven our mom accidentally took us to a evangelical puppet show.  It was put on by the church at the top of town and one of my friends from school was going. I asked if we could go too and she saw no reason why not- until the show started. The lights dimmed and…