Tag Archives: Gail Cawley Showalter

Religious Reorientation: a Memoir-Religion That Confuses 

You have probably noticed by now, if you have been following my “Religion Reorientation” that I am not one to take scripture literally.

Religious Reorientation, a Memoir – Church in Control

Since we were both divorced, they required a document from each of us. It stated that our divorces were scripturally based. Sam refused. I do not sign documents that deal with  my personal spiritual life. Something able that seems offensive to my privacy.

Religious Reorientation, a Memoir-Synchronicities or Answered Prayers?

What was I thinking? I couldn’t afford a house. This whole idea was so new to me. That night my curiosity got the best of me and I called anyway.

Religious Reorientation, a Memoir

I could have given up at that point. I could’ve said, “Maybe this isn’t meant to be.” My desire to prove the test wrong was as strong as my desire to achieve something that would change my life. I had a brief meeting with the dean as a formality.

Religious Reorientation, a Memoir

“Joy to the World” was playing on the car radio, but I did not feel any joy in my world. It was five days before Christmas – the first Christmas since my divorce and the first one I would spend without my children. 

Religious Reorientation, a Memoir

My knees buckled with fear, as I scooped up his drooping body, and carried him to the car.  His thin limbs spread out on the car seat like a worn-out stuffed toy. 

Religious Reorientation, a Memoir-Iron Overload

My knees buckled with fear, as I scooped up his drooping body, and carried him to the car.  His thin limbs spread out on the car seat like a worn-out stuffed toy. 

Father’s Day Letter to My Sons

I’m sharing my letter that will give insight to all dads with little girls.

Religious Reorientation: a Memoir

“Have I told you today how much I love you?” Bob would say every night as his head hit the pillow. I had to trust him. Trust became more and more difficult as he and Cassie were going to Houston together every day. 

Religious Reorientation: a Memoir

We quickly made a trip to Port Neches to meet with Don and his wife Lyska. There was no question that Bob welcomed this opportunity. He would have what he wanted. They had a gentlemen’s agreement. We found a small house to rent and were able to sell our Houston house quickly. Life was exciting and the future looked fantastic.