That thing you used to do…

When I first met my indulgent husband, nearly twenty-five years ago, I learned that we, in spite of growing up on different continents, in spite of having a six year age-gap, in spite of having very different upbringings, we had one sparkly thing in common: We both spent our childhoods plunged deeply into imaginary worlds,Continue reading “That thing you used to do…”

Are you happy?

“Est-ce que vous êtes heureux?” (Are you happy?). This is what the founding pastor of our church used to say every time he would greet us on a Sunday morning. “No. I’m not happy.” I would grumble under my breath. “And, FYI, God isn’t mad at me because I’m not happy.” Yeah, I’m a charmerContinue reading “Are you happy?”