Archive | October, 2011

Church Girl

23 Oct

I’ve had it for as long as I can remember. Its wrinkled pages, discolored with time, are lined with scribbles and stickers, highlights and underlines. Whole chunks of chapters are on the verge of falling out. I really need to get a new one, I thought as my eyes scanned a randomly selected page: James, the first chapter. I chuckled bitterly at God’s sense of humor as I read verses 23 and 24. Continue reading


Black Russian

12 Oct

“Order a White Russian,” a friend suggested over the pulsing beats of the club. The name made me giggle. A White Russian?  Now, that’s redundant, I mused. I had just spent a month in St. Petersburg. Though I certainly wasn’t the lone brown speck in the beautiful city, it often seemed that way. Continue reading