When I was in kindergarten, I stole my first bite of communion bread. I didn't understand what the meal meant, but I craved it deeply. Twenty years later, I can't say I understand it any more, but I'm prepared to spend my whole life giving into the cravings that began at five years old.
Read MoreI’m a bit of a perfectionist and incredibly independent. I’ve already admitted that I hate letting go of control, so I’m sure it comes as no surprise that I prefer to have everything together and in its place before I invite others into my life. But the purpose of this Lenten practice was only in part to learn to bake bread. Even more importantly it was to give this bread away.
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