You Can’t Sell a Church

You Can’t Sell a Church

“But mama, how can we sell our church? Where will we go on Sunday-church-days? Can I still wear my click-clack shoes?” The lispy question hung in the air as we drove home from the last town hall in a series of tough discussions about the future of our church. Her...
Who’s Gonna’ Make the Sticky Buns?

Who’s Gonna’ Make the Sticky Buns?

The hotel breakfast was plentiful — devoured mainly by older, white retirees with the time and money to explore America’s majestic landscape. And who would want to start such a good day without a hearty helpin’ of comfort food? Passing near the kitchen I overheard a...
The Last Thing You Want to Do

The Last Thing You Want to Do

I love listening to “This American Life,” just like a lot of America. It may not be the original podcast, but when the term “podcast” was invented, the radio show was already one. I have my favorite episodes – the telephone booth on a cliff in Japan where people call...
Family Matters

Family Matters

On a lovely spring day in 1983, when my son Russ was attending elementary school in northern Durham, I joined him for a “field day.” That mainly amounted to organized games for the kids on the playground and other outside areas, a nice break from class, and a chance...