Navel Gazing

April Fool’s Day Gone Bad

The column God tends not to communicate with me in direct ways can be found at the United Church Observer.

Click here to read the full column.

“Our bed, which I had just made, was stripped bare of all linens, which were then heaped into a corner of our bedroom; a trunk where I store extra linens was dumped out all over the landing. Brent’s underwear was secured into a Rubbermaid container filled with water, and the toothbrushes were buried in a mountain of shaving cream. I found my bra in the freezer….”