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Lies and Secrets and Funerals

Lies and Secrets and Funerals

My father died in high summer. The sun had already baked the red Georgia clay into stretches of hard crust across much of the landscape. Tiny black gnats floated drunkenly around eyes and lips and ears. Slow. Persistent. Annoyingly elusive. The Baptist graveside...
Getting Used to the Resurrection

Getting Used to the Resurrection

Some things take getting used to. There are simple things like figuring out where the buttons are on a new remote control.Some things are more complex. Getting married is relatively easy. Being a devoted, loving married couple takes practice and perseverance.Our chief...