Before we were fundamentalists

For a few years, before my mother divorced my father and married her second husband, we were garden-variety Christians who celebrated the birth of Jesus on Dec. 25, along with the rest of Christendom. I was too young to understand the particulars of our theology, but it seemed pleasant. Sunday school was awesome. We made church …

Granny in heaven

It was Camp Granny this weekend, and we played Lincoln Logs and marbles and Tinker Toys, which aren’t wooden any more so they aren’t as much fun to chew. Bedtime routine is thus: Bath, books, cuddle. The cuddling part is cool because they both — the little boy on the left and his twin sister …