Family's not in the way; they are the way
Reflecting on a movie I saw and celebrating a year of One Tired Mother
There was a Christian movie in town, I heard. First, from my mom; then from a poster on our local parish bulletin board. I’m always skeptical of Christian movies, in the same way that I’m skeptical of Christian writers. I go to art for depth, for nuance, for beauty—and often the “Christian” brand of art is shallow, simpl…