Happy Birthday Fafa

I’ve written plenty here about people who’re no longer with us. Luckily, this isn’t going to be one of those blogposts. This is the opposite. Someone who’s very much still with us. Martha. Mom. Oma. Church Lady. She’s been called many things…her brother couldn’t say Martha when he was little, so he called her Fafa.… Continue reading Happy Birthday Fafa

swooping down from the hills and collapsing to the ground

After the ‘man who sawed off his own foot’ post, I could probably take the rest of the week off. Until now, I haven’t been one of those ‘blog everyday’ sorts. Yet sometimes the goings on in the world just keep serving up things that need to be mentioned. What could possibly follow up the… Continue reading swooping down from the hills and collapsing to the ground