I’ve been Prined and I’ve been Schooled


Saturday, an Indonesian church rented our building to hold their church service. A crew of young members arrived early to set everything up, and a young boy, no older than eight or nine, was standing in the hall, looking a bit bored. He came to the counter and I expected him to order a “Chocomel”Continue reading “I’ve been Prined and I’ve been Schooled”

I’ve been Prined!


Last Sunday we decided to skip church and go see a swami instead. Skipping church, when your house is attached to a church, is no easy feat for an x-Catholic. Because even though I am an independent adult, that stereotypical guilt pops up like a self-flagellating nun on my shoulder, honing in on my every action.  Do you hear those peopleContinue reading “I’ve been Prined!”