I kept looking over the names listed on the sign-up sheet for our Wednesday night church meal, scratching my head at the apparent mystery: why had at least twice as many people made reservations than normally do? Sure, it was the first meal after the summer break, during which we suspend the mid-week church meal. …
I had almost given the tickets away. They were a gift from a friend, who couldn’t make the game. After I took them, I thought I had an unavoidable conflict. But the week before, I found out I could go. “I’m going to make it after all,” I told my friend. He had given them …
From my first day of school, when I reluctantly let go of my mother’s hand to take the hand of my first-grade teacher, Mrs. Speck, to the day when I hoped no one would detect the nervousness in my voice as I stood to defend my doctoral dissertation, school has been a process of letting …