My Thoughts

I hate the time change twice a year. It’s a pain, and it messes with my sleep. The clocks that don't change themselves Forever seared in my mind is one of the most embarrassing moments of my early adult life. It happened in the late 1980s. The cause—Daylight Savings Time.  My husband and I had not been attending church. We decided to surprise my parents by showing up at their church. We confidently walked through the door. The service was already in...