Tuesday, April 22, 2014

I’m no stranger to guilt. I’m a girl that was raised in church in the 70’s and 80’s. Guilt and shame were fraternal twins. They had their own identity of sorts but rarely came without each other and they never missed a Sunday.

Sunday nights at church, after the sermon Goldie would come to the piano. It was a set up. She spun magic as her fingers glided over the keys. It mingled with the tone of the pastor’s voice. Things were about to get sloppy.