Russellings of the Spirit

memory

  • Scattered

      A couple of weeks ago, my siblings and I had one of our all-too-rare get-togethers.   Rare because hanging out regularly is hard when separated by 2,000 miles of American soil. As providence would have it, the occasion of… Continue reading

  • More than skin deep

    “Hey… is that a tattoo?” The question caught me off guard for a moment. I was sitting there in my car, arm extended, offering my credit card to the woman in the cute little tollbooth there at the front end… Continue reading