Confessions of a Cavewoman

Remember The Flinstones? That show was pretty dope, right? I mean, it was kind of my favorite show as a child; and I never really understood why. Wilma’s hair was kinda cute — but nope, that wasn’t it. And, though the fact that they never changed clothes mildly intrigued me, I can’t say that was what magnetically drew me to sit dangerously close to my family’s floor model television on Saturday mornings and pretend I was a member of this “modern Stone Age family”. I knew that something in this animated series spoke to me; and now nearly 30 years later, I finally get it … I’m totally a cavewoman!

The Russian Roulette of Religion.

Choosing what to wear to church is like playing Russian roulette. It’s either hit or miss. Add to that being a female in leadership and you just upped the ante. Now you’re playing with a fully loaded clip. Don’t let it be a special Sunday with a female guest preacher. Boom. You’re dead and you’re…