Finding Faith

Stow the phone; pour yourself into your neighbor instead

Stow the phone; pour yourself into your neighbor instead As a kid, I dreaded going anywhere with Mom because inevitably she would find someone she’d connect with, and there would ensue a long conversation about things that did not entertain a youngster.

Grocery store, post office, doctor’s office … didn’t matter. She found someone in which to be interested. And she just couldn’t resist engaging in a bit of friendly chit chat that to me seemed endless. It was … agonizing.