Nancy Hanks II on city street tracks, somewhere in the state of Georgia, USA
This is one of my favorite memories about Mom. It’s in two parts. Both took place in Savannah, Georgia during the mid-1950s. I was a young teenager, happily aware of boys by now. Read the rest of this entry »
This true story is at the end of Confessions of a Beginning Theologian. I referred to it in a recent post. Here’s more of the story, including the way it played out in my life a year later.
Several years ago I was in my car, on my way to the first day of spring semester classes. I felt shaky and uncertain. A year earlier, students had lodged serious complaints against me. They were reported to me anonymously at the end of the semester; several pages, single-spaced and typed. I was devastated. Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 