Sunday morning, I woke to the dark, soothing sound of rain. What time is it? I wondered. I stared at the digital clock on the bureau facing our bed and blinked to bring the red-lighted display into focus. 7:00 am. “Keith! It’s 7 o’clock! We need to leave for...
Yesterday after church, Keith and I sat down to a meal of brats, black-eyed peas (actually a high fiber bean), greens, and cornbread. Though a born-and-raised New Englander, I began to follow this cultural tradition after moving to the South several years ago....
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