(Un)Safe

It was 4:45 a.m., and the door from my bedroom to the back yard was open just far enough to let Blanca and Ivan go in and out. As I lay in bed listening to crickets and the odd cicada humming, I was warm, comfortable, and safe, enjoying the peace of not-quite morning. After these last few …

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Guns, Guns, Guns

Several years ago and completely on a lark, I joined several other members of my church at a gun range in Dallas and we all went through Concealed Handgun License (CHL) training. We dubbed ourselves the Episcoposse and occasionally got together at the range (Tuesday is Ladies night!). I particularly enjoyed shredding Zombie and Osama bin …

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