Last summer I started reminiscing about my life as a preacher's daughter, and what came out of those true-life posts (on my former blog) tickled the hearts and sentiment of many loved ones. From funeral parlor pickles to make-believe, shrill soloists and generous parishioners, I offer them to you here for your reading pleasure.
And I promise, they are all, utterly TRUE. Ah, simpler, more convivial times...
One Sunday Morning (city church)
Normal is Just a Setting on the Dishwasher
Flexing our Make-Believe Muscles
Gifts that Keep on Giving
The Udder Truth (country church)
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