When the noise is too much.

I want to work a little to swim out past the pea-soup fog to get clear. I want to look over my shoulder and see definitively the smog left. behind. I want to head upstream past the sad remains of yesterday’s convenience of accidental casualties of tomorrow’s nightmare. Enough. There are still springs cold as…

Election Year Exiles

So Michael (my husband) is a council member over at GCL, and they've invited me to write for their blog time to time.  This month the focus is politics, so (PoliSci geek here), I was happy to oblige.   When we read the New Testament in present day America, it is always with a degree…