Biscuits & Gravy, Laughter & Fellowship

On the second Tuesday of each month (or whenever we remember) the women of our parish get together for breakfast at Ireland’s. It’s a non-Irish kinda whole-in-the-wall place where you can find freshly baked glazed donuts the size of crib mattresses. The decor is simple and dusty–layers of assorted ball caps adorn the walls. The waitress knows our names, who drinks decaf or regular, and that a steady stream of laughter will emanate from our corner of the room. Our little group stands out from the regular clientele: we’re pleasant looking, consistently happy, we smell good, and we’re under the age of real old. I can’t quite wrap my taste buds around a heaping plate of bisquits and gravy, but I sure enjoy the laughter and fellowship.

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