Friday Festival: Storms

When I was a child, at the first sign of the deep blue midday sky, my anxiety-ridden stomach would begin to churn.  I knew what was coming but didn’t know the severity.  Sometimes tornado sirens would wail in the background.  Other times, we would just experience a run-of-the-mill summer storm. After I moved to Florida… Read More

The Pastoral is Political: Love or Betrayal?

On a daily basis, we’re invited to be voyeurs into the misery of the lives of others, seeing the tragedy and horror of the helpless, the homeless and the hopeless. Then, we move on to the next headline. In the UK, the listing order of the tragedy depends on its nature and where in the… Read More