Walking through Treakle

Years ago, I heard a preacher describe some experience in¬†life as “walking through treakle.” I had no idea what treakle was, but he made it sound lovely. Of course, he was British. He made everything sound lovely. Treakle is, in fact, the British...

To Carry A Name

I remember when my grandmother used to take me to the grocery store¬†with her, and she always signed her check, “Mrs. D.E. Grubbs” in long, curly script. The signature fascinated me in so many ways. First, no one ever called my grandfather D.E. Grubbs. His...