Mama’s Boy: The Final Letter

Mama’s Boy: The Final Letter

Read the previous letters: Mama’s Boy, Vol 1   |   Mama’s Boy, Vol 2  |   Mama’s Boy, Vol 3 Mama’s Boy, Vol 4   |   Mama’s Boy, Halloween Edition Dear Mama, For five years now, I’ve written to you on Mother’s Day. For five...
The Night I was Called a Fag in My Own Church

The Night I was Called a Fag in My Own Church

Here is this morning’s sermon after being verbally accosted in Westfield’s 1923 Ladies’ Parlor by a member of another church. The scripture was John 3:1-17. Do you believe people can change? Perennial parental advice says no. Can’t you hear your mama...
A Little Love For My Little Town

A Little Love For My Little Town

Dear Killingly, I moved to your town in October of 2012. I’m a born and bred Southerner who loves all things Southern–things like grits and coca-cola and air conditioning. Late in September of that year, I packed up my life and my cat and drove north. I...
How Christmas Saved Westfield Church

How Christmas Saved Westfield Church

Last Sunday night around 7:45pm, I stood in front of 400 people holding candles. “Lift them high,” I directed, as we began to sing the first verse of Silent Night again. Just like that, a church that had faced so many hard, dark days was filled from floor...