(By Joy Overbeck, '76 Contributor) In just five laughably arrogant and masterfully idiotic words: “God Is Not Fixing This,” a newspaper crystalizes the great divide that separates Americans even more than does political party: the deep
Many emails the last couple of weeks reminded me to send Norma the flowers and candy I usually send her on Mother’s Day. But I didn’t order them. I haven’t spent that 45 minutes or so picking out the exactly-right Mother’s Day card. And I’ve made no Mother’s Day phone call to tell her how much I love her and talk about my next visit. There will be no next visit in this life because my Mom, Norma, went to be with her Jesus on December 19.