Russellings of the Spirit

reassurance

  • Confessions of a human punching bag

    If memory serves, sixth grade was the last time I was ever in a genuine fistfight. It was a hot summer day. As usual, I was at the community swimming pool with my friends splashing, diving, and horsing around. When… Continue reading

  • James? or David?

    What do you do when your world is out of whack? This morning I woke up with a nasty head cold. It feels like someone snuck in during the night and stuffed my head full of cotton while I was… Continue reading