Working Hard to Get to Heaven

I wanted more. Loved it. Good thing you and I weren’t in church together I don’t think I could stop giggling. Methodist do frown on giggling.


Church was hard on me. All that sitting still and not talking were hard on a kid back when ADD was just called BAD. Believe me, I know. My prissy older sister, Phyllis, loved anything to do with church, making me look particularly bad. The only glimmer of hope was that she was slow and Mother threatened to leave her every Sunday. When I tried

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