An Arab man told my younger sister and me that we were “expensive”–meaning, by traditional Middle Eastern standards, that he thought we were worth many camels. This appraisal became something of a joke in our American social circle and so, when I finally succumbed to the pressure to start a blog just for fun, as a platform for my essays, the title was a given…
Shalom. I’m a farmer’s daughter (who hates contemporary country music), a bookkeeper, a journalist, a content writer, and a lover of all things Biblical. I answer to many names, some of them wildly misleading (Em Gem, Shorty, Cinderella, Two Bits, Emmeline, Half Pint, Flint, Amelia Bedelia). My Irish brother-in-law calls me The Second Wife when he wants me to make him a cup of tea, and my niece called me Mama when she was a baby. You can guess why the IT guy calls me Grandma when I ask for technical support.
Jesus Christ, who I worship, was not the most attractive person, and he was no stranger to sorrow, so I’ll try to keep it real here.
Hope you leave richer.