As a child, I could count on Easter to always bring a few things: candy, white ruffled socks, a new hand-sewn dress (that ALWAYS matched my older sister), and the story of the resurrection tucked inside of our individual Easter baskets. I remember my mother plaiting my hair the night before to get the look of crimped hair; which, by the way, was very cool in the late eighties and early Continue Reading
Atheism is a non-prophet organization…
Sometimes, I imagine that I am back at the University of Georgia. I remember those lazy mornings as I tumbled out of bed, took a quick shower, put on some sort of jeans and walking shoes and catching the bus to the Student Learning Center. To my right, I got to peer into the most sacred of places on campus, Sanford Stadium, and dream of those Georgia Saturdays as I walked toward a big Continue Reading