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In the last few years, I have moved out of Evangelical Christianity and have begun to identify as a Progressive Christian. That can be a bit confusing, though. What is a Progressive Christian? There aren't any Grace Progressive Churches or Southern Progressive Convention our there. It's more concrete, though, than just post-evangelical. It means something. First of all, Progressive Christianity is Christian. It's something of a big-tent label, embracing those with some diverse opinions. Here is one working definition of Progressive Christianity by Roger Wolsey. Progressive Christianity is an approach to the Christian faith that is influenced by post-liberalism and postmodernism and: proclaim

Chronic migraine (and all chronic illness) is very isolating. It's hard for me to make plans to go places because I'm so likely to need to change them. I have had to cancel an audiology appointment twice in the last two weeks because of a three week long migraine. They finally put me on the cancellation list. Maybe I'll have a good day when they have an opening. Here's hoping! Right? And the illness itself isolates me. When I'm in pain, I just want to be home and in the quiet. Sometimes, I stay in bed for hours during the day. Other times, I just need quiet rest reading a book or knitting. Going out to eat or going to a movie (before Covid) was not good for my headaches. I've been an extrove

I was working on my memoir the other day and thought about my dad because I used the verse Psalm 30:5 "For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning." I post it in the King James Version, because my dad used to sing that last portion, "weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning!" outside my bedroom door on Saturday mornings at 6am. Alas, I didn't appreciate it as much as he thought I should have when I was a teenager who had been out till after midnight on Friday night after a football game where the marching band had done a show. Nonetheless, 35+ years later, it's a treasured memory. Patrick has a

I should be sleeping, but I've tried to tell my body that and it's not listening. The reason that my body isn't listening is that I'm halfway through a ten day course of olanzapine for a ten day right sided migraine, or at least a really bad headache that might be a migraine. I think the olanzapine has finally started to work. I only have swollen ankles, a super-dry mouth, hunger, and insomnia to go with it. Actually, though, if it breaks the headache it will be worth it. I know how to manage my usual headache/migraine pattern. Things are a little strange around here. This should have been the week of the County Fair. Instead, they are having some kind of livestock exhibition for kids, but n

This week was the Democratic Party's National Convention. Now that everyone who matters has said their piece about it, I'm going to weigh in on it. Just so you know, my opinions are the final and infallible word throughout all space and time in this and any other possible universes. All that is to say that I'm right. You are perfectly welcome to comment, with the understanding that I'm right. (And, of course, I'm kidding. Argue away in the comments, just be polite.) First of all, let's just say that Satan and his minions did NOT show up at the convention. As a lifelong Republican, I had heard that that was always a possibility at the Democratic conventions. Didn't happen this year. I liked t

And the pandemic continues! If everyone would wear masks and social distance, we could have this thing controlled by October, according to some of the CDC epidemiologists. Alas, not everyone is on board with that plan, so we're stuck with Covid-19 for the foreseeable future. I started volunteering for our local food bank yesterday. I met some great people and learned how the food distribution mechanism works. It's apparently a good bit more complicated because of the pandemic, but the food gets distributed just the same. I'll get put on the schedule to work once a month or more as they need me. I made sure the director knows that I'm quite unreliable because of my chronic migraine, but he's

I started writing a memoir about chronic migraine and faith earlier this year. I thought quarantine would be a great time to get a lot of work done since I wouldn't be getting out much. Alas, it was not to be. Apparently, my brain shuts down when the world is falling apart. Normally, I have so much to say and so many words. So many words. But, in the last couple of months, it has been hard for me to get the words in my head out onto the computer screen. I have been busy with other things, though. I've been having plenty of migraines and regular headaches. They keep me from writing, but I can usually listen to books and knit as long as the pain and nausea aren't too bad. I've knit several sha