It had been nearly three months since my last visit to The Peddler. When the weather is cool or cold, I eat there every week or so, but when the weather is hot, my foraging radius doesn’t include that side of town. The routine I’ve established at The Peddler is carved in stone: I arrive at 5:30, which […]
Here’s from Nadia Bolz-Weber’s memoire, Pastrix: the Cranky, Beautiful Faith of a Sinner and Saint: “(The disciples) forgot that they have a God who created the universe out of “nothing,” that can put flesh on dry bones “nothing,” that can put life in a dusty womb “nothing.” I mean, let’s face it, “nothing” is God’s favorite […]
