 Meta title: The Crooked Shall Be Made Straight Meta description: My mission is to connect with other writers, to share my own story, and to provide opportunities for others to write through invitations to share poetry or short memoir pieces, all in an effort to honor Jesus and the human spirit for survival and thriving, sometimes in the most hellish of life's circumstances! | This listing is not rated yet. Rate it! | Report it! The Crooked Shall Be Made Straight http://thecrookedmadestraight.typepad.com/ Finding the humor in teaching high school, trying to write a memoir, keeping the faith while living in hell, reading good books, and keeping company with cats named Charlotte and Emily Bronte! Category: Blog Directory » Personal Blogs » Family Hits: 4 Date added: 2007-12-12 04:38:07 |
Latest blog posts from The Crooked Shall Be Made Straight
Back to school
So, this white boy walks in and sits down in a chair by the door. I notice because we don't have very many white students. I look at him and recognize his face. He looks just like WHO? Hmmm. Hmmm. Seconds later it comes to me. Erika. He looks like Erika, a girl I taught (quickly... Read more...
Published 2 days ago
Random photos of my oh so random week
Let's see. Where shall I start? I'll let the pictures do most of the talking. (Emphasis on "most") I killed that fly with my bare hand! (Title of the book is PEOPLE OF THE LIE by M. Scott Peck.) Book we read for book club, and YES, her copy was put together upside down and... Read more...
Published 5 days ago
Please welcome
my friend, Julie Toy, to the blogosphere! I've known Julie since 1995, and her eye for beauty is amazing. Check out her photos and her poetry on her blog! You can also visit her website here. Take a look at her client list. You may have seen her photos before and didn't know it! ... Read more...
Published a week ago
So the story goes
Billie Berneice sat in the waiting room of her gynechologist’s office. She was mad as hell, thinking about her husband waiting in the white pickup truck with their five year old son. She needed him to come inside and sit with her. She needed him to be a part of her misery, feet and ankles... Read more...
Published 2 weeks ago
Snapshots # 3 and #4: living with sweaty hands
Snapshot #3 I pick out the blue GAP hoodie and take it to the register. I take out my checkbook and put it on the counter while the clerk rings up my purchase. I hold both hands up off the counter top while I write out the amount of twenty-one dollars and 69 cents. Drops of water splash on... Read more...
Published 2 weeks ago
Snapshot #2: growing up with sweaty hands
I stand on the pitcher's mound, holding the softball and glove under my left arm. I fold up my polyester jersey where I've safety pinned a blue wash rag and dry off my hands. Eyes from the bleachers are on me. Eyes from both dugouts are focused on me. The eyes of the batter watch me... Read more...
Published 3 weeks ago
Snapshot: growing up with sweaty hands
I stand facing the front of the church, L. on my left and C. on my right. We stand like this each Sunday morning for the singing of "All Hail the power of Jesus' Name," which is right before the whole church prayer, and the passing of the offering plate. I sing loud, "All hail the pow’r of... Read more...
Published 3 weeks ago
What am I missing?
It may surprise you to learn that I don't go to church. I haven't in a long while (around 4 years). For the first few years, I felt this "should get up and go" feeling every Sunday. Now, on Sundays, it doesn't even occur to me to go to church. This is good and maybe not so good. I try... Read more...
Published 3 weeks ago
