Brenda Crowe

As I glanced around the funeral parlour, my heart sank. Only a handful of people had shown up to say ‘goodbye’ to a life that had, no doubt, mattered to God. Barely a dozen family members, and three ‘friends’, that turned out in actuality to be strangers that were providing the food ‘post-burial’, were all struggling to support her only heir, a son. Her own minister didn’t even bother to show up, and another had stepped in to fill the void. A supposed ‘Christian burial’, the ... [read more]...

Recently, my husband’s reliable half-ton went in for its’ mandatory emissions test and came home with a rebellious tendency to quit or stall in the most untimely places – like perhaps the main intersection of a nearby town. Towed to our own personal mechanic, and unresponsive in revealing its’ new personality quirks; it was issued passage via a tow-truck to a more ‘diagnostic’ facility. There too, we met with fate as hubby was told it was no longer worth the expense of fixing his ... [read more]...