Hello there, around these parts, I’m called Tempest Riddle, upcoming bard and all around jaunty lass. I have embarked on a new start to my life and I thought it would be quite the pip to put some of my stories down. I won’t start at the beginning, as no one needs to hear all of that rather dull epilogue. But I will begin now, to tell my tale as my new life begins. One of music, of travel and of a bit of mayhem if I’m to be honest.
This week, I’m working on a few commissions requested by some great friends. I’m fascinated by the slogan that was taken from Senator Mitch McConnell’s explanation of why Senator Elizabeth Warren’s reading Continue reading Persisting
My daughter was about to turn three. Her current obsessions include Wizard of Oz, the Grinch Who Stole Christmas, and Daniel Tiger. So when we asked her what she wanted for her party, she exclaimed she wanted to be “Dorofee with a Emerald City cake.”
Tuesday night, I was numb. Wednesday I cried. Today, I move forward.
Yesterday, I read a few mean-spirited, gloating posts and I heard jokes from well-intended people who do not understand the fears of many of their fellow Americans.
And for many hours, I lost hope.
For me, this was an incredible loss. To feel that the country around me was so disenfranchised that they put their vote in someone who preached such hate. To give the highest title an elected Continue reading Post Election: Daring to Hope?
So I have been hearing a phrase so much in the last few years it has planted a seed in my brain and now I feel it has been given a chance to grow into what I hope is a helpful, concise explanation of expectations of a faith family.
“Your grove is too cliquey. I don’t feel welcome there. I’m not coming back.”