I’m Breaking Up With You, Fear

I’m Breaking Up With You, Fear

I’m breaking up with you, Fear. It’s been coming for a long time. I’ve wanted to tell you the truth, but I was afraid of you. Afraid you’d overpower me. Afraid you’d try anything to keep me here, inside your lair, unwitting and too weak...
One Painter’s Jesus

One Painter’s Jesus

My husband’s grandmother, Betty, was an art student in her youth. She had talent, and was well known in her community for her character studies. She painted scenes from the past, women sneaking moments of solitude in their obviously chore-filled lives, reading...