Conversations I never wanted to have (but it might be good I did)

We were told to love our neighbor. So…these are my marching orders.  I never saw where it said that I was supposed to decide whose sins were bigger or more unpardonable.


When our community disintegrated

The “Welcome!” sign out front was not outwardly qualified.

Vocation | Enneagram: Ugh!

“they tell me” I am a Type 2 “Helper” with a close runner up of “Peacemaker” which would make my parents howl with laughter.