breastplate of righteousness – The Reluctant Firefly

Sometimes Faith’s a bomb shelter. Sometimes it’s a surfboard.

“I was laid off” Oh God… My son Ryan had sent a text asking if his dad or I would be home for lunch. He claimed he had an announcement. Ernie was pulling a double shift, and I wouldn’t be home until after 8 pm, so no. Neither of us would be available. “So what’sContinue reading “Sometimes Faith’s a bomb shelter. Sometimes it’s a surfboard.”

Why Does My Breastplate Smell Like Chicken?

I didn’t have much of a childhood. It was more like a roadmap. My parents were urban gypsies. They were constantly moving: running from bill collectors, seeking something better, dragging us 4 kids along for the ride. My brother Jon claims he counted out 44 different homes before we graduated from high school. He couldContinue reading “Why Does My Breastplate Smell Like Chicken?”