The Sanctuary of Trust And The Tuesday Morning Father Thomas Taught Me How to Breathe Again
The heavy oak door of St. Jude’s rectory always carried the faint, familiar scent of old beeswax and...
Author: Gloria C. Robinson
The Shadows at 5:50 And the Tuesday Afternoon I Found Out Where My Husband Was
The green neon on the side of the nail salon had been buzzing since we walked in at...
The Chance in the Garage and the Tuesday Afternoon I Realized Why Elena Held That Sign
The digital clock on the dashboard of my old Ford pickup read 11:14 in the morning when I...
The True Line of the Bur Oak and the Tuesday Morning I Taught the County How to Survey
The utility truck idled right on the edge of the crushed gravel drive, its diesel engine rattling the...
The Melody in the Isolette and the Tuesday Morning a Stranger Brought Thirty-Two Years Back to My Front Porch
The linoleum floor of the neonatal intensive care unit always had a very particular gray sheen to it...
The Untouched Guest Room And The Tuesday Morning My Mother-In-Law Learned Why Our Master Bedroom Had a Smart Lock
For the first four years of my marriage to Dwayne, I believed that every family had its own...
The Sound of the Second Ring And the Sunday Afternoon I Let the Phone Keep Ringing
For nine years, the best part of my week was my son Joel’s Sunday call. Four o’clock, twenty...
The Foundation Ledger And The Sunday Morning I Reminded Our New Pastor Who Built This Church
The sanctuary smelled of old hymnals, floor wax, and the damp wool coats of people who had been...
The Nine O’Clock Walker and the Tuesday Morning I Decided to Take Back What Was Mine
The salt shaker on our kitchen counter is an old piece of blue Depression glass that my mother...
The Pew Bill and the Forty-Year Secret That Restored My Faith
The first Sunday of every month has a very specific weight to it in St. Jude’s, a sort...