Sally Thomas

Now, in Memphis, Tennessee, where I come from, barbecue is a religion, and if I haven’t heard of miracle healings and raisings-from-the-dead attributed to somebody’s secret sauce recipe, surely it’s because I wasn’t paying attention. Being from Memphis, and subscribing as I . . . . Continue Reading »

My husband graduated from a Baptist high school, where the academic year was crowned not with a senior prom — no dancing allowed — but a banquet. It was a tux-and-date event, and while the tux was easy enough to come by, the date apparently was another matter altogether. When the fateful . . . . Continue Reading »

Hello? ChristianShirts.com? Whose clever idea was this? Who woke up one bright morning and thought, “I know what people want to wear to the mall! A hand impaled on a pencil, that’s what?” I mean, what are we trying to illustrate here? Jesus as more than a good teacher . . . yeah . . . . . Continue Reading »

The excellent Anchoress reminds me, and everyone else, that Father’s Day is coming, and that monk-roasted coffee makes a terrific gift. But what else? An uninspired gift-giver myself, I’ve often thought that the truly sane approach to Father’s Day would be to wait for some necktie . . . . Continue Reading »

All right, Joe , I’ll bite, though I hesitate to accept a title like “poet-in-residence” for the simple reason that I haven’t actually written much poetry in the last five years. A prosaic turn of mind hasn’t stopped me, however, from thinking about poetry. . . . . Continue Reading »

The comment you left asking me if I knew of a source for those ribbon-bookmark thingies got lost in the blog-changeover shuffle, and I’m worrying about the repetitive-stress-injury potential which your breviary poses. Might these be what you’re looking for? You can order them from St. . . . . Continue Reading »

Once years ago I was talking with the chaplain of our local university’s Episcopal Campus Ministry who had, for reasons I can’t now remember, invited me to lunch. She was new on the job, new in town, and new to me; in the course of the hour we spent together, I learned quite a lot about . . . . Continue Reading »

Okay, so, I’m thinking Dante —Dude, I know he’s a poet. No, I don’t really know what they do, either. Wait, wait, he’s a poet, but he’s, like, a poet . . . warrior. With a sword. You know, “The sword is mightier than the pen.” Whatever. Anyway, so he . . . . Continue Reading »

From the L.A. Times, a look at a cluster of California charter schools which “mock liberal orthodoxy with such zeal that it can seem like a parody.” At American Indian Public Charter, School administrators take pride in their record of frequently firing teachers they consider to be . . . . Continue Reading »

Why is it that when people discern bearded faces in their food, they assume them to be the countenance of the Lord?For some reason, Great Britain has in recent years been home to a number of food apparitions. You could say, of course, that the British have the best food in the world, and then they . . . . Continue Reading »