Dinosaurs still walk among us; those loud, lumbering, living relics of the distant past. They spring from the shadows every once in a while, in furious, blustery fits meant to
A year or so ago this blog post, about how I’d respond if I learned that my children were gay totally blew up, allowing me an almost instant audience with millions
Sunday. For many people that means going to church; a place where they can find community and grow in faith and be cared for and feel at home. It’s a
I’m going to Hell. I know, because several times a week someone (usually a relative stranger) alerts me to this fact. Now, most people would take offense at another’s announcement
Dinosaurs still walk among us; those loud, lumbering, living relics of the distant past. They spring from the shadows every once in a while, in furious, blustery fits meant to
A year or so ago this blog post, about how I’d respond if I learned that my children were gay totally blew up, allowing me an almost instant audience with millions
Sunday. For many people that means going to church; a place where they can find community and grow in faith and be cared for and feel at home. It’s a
I’m going to Hell. I know, because several times a week someone (usually a relative stranger) alerts me to this fact. Now, most people would take offense at another’s announcement