Beer and potato chips
With summer coming to an end around here, and the “real world” staring me in the face as all of
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When the Saints go Marching in
It was a sunny summer day, and we were getting home from Vacation Bible School. I walked onto the slate
food, liturgical calendar, singing
Over and over
I hate flossing. Describing how much I hate it thwarts all my powers of description. Knowing that I have to
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The Dinner Party
A few weeks ago in a fit of artisan-beer fueled friendliness, I planned to invite five friends to the apartment