We are still married

This will be today’s only post, as we are beginning a long weekend to celebrate our 22nd anniversary, an occasion for which, I believe, the gift is irony, though this says copper. We got married in the backyard of a house we’d just bought together in 1993, on a beautiful September day. The clouds parted, the family gathered, and …

Please read this essay

It hurts to read it, but please. Read it. Prayers to Mother Emanuel. And thanks, Bishop Selders, for the link.