Called by Name
I didn’t like roll call on the first day of school or most other days when our teacher called out our names. My name was Donna Wheat! That’s when the kids shouted out Donna Corn; Donna Buckwheat; Donna Wheaties! So, I’d sit in those freshly adorned classrooms every fall with my lips pursed, eager to…
God Inscribes Our Name
I saw a friend write a phone number of someone on the palm of her hand. I’ve seen others write their grocery list on their hand. And, I remember when I was a kid in school, seeing some “cheaters” write the answers to test questions on the palms of their hands. I’ve been a fan…