I imagine the women of the Easter story were like women of today. They probably got tired of cooking, doing laundry, cleaning up messes, weeding…
On a recent spring day, I walked to the woods behind my house. The sun shown brilliantly, and a robust wind blew the mostly-barren limbs…
The time had come—the dreaded pants shopping. I took a deep breath, pulled the door open and braced myself. How many pairs of women’s pants…
