On Saturday morning, August 10, I woke up to the sound of eviction: the thunder of bedroom furniture and family possessions ejected into a metal container parked in our driveway, the rattle of a chainsaw through the walls tearing carpet from floors. As neighbors, we shared a wall with Charles
MoreI did not grow up Presbyterian, and I can’t identify as a ‘cradle’ or ‘prenatal’ Presbyterian, or any of the ways that
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