I was a highly intelligent child at 3 and at 9, I joined the Congregational Church. Soon after, I started preaching on Sundays. I’m not sure why folks were so surprised and objected when in 1850, I completed a theological course or why the same professors who allowed me to preach, refused to license me… Read More An Unlikely Preacher
“Church? Pfft. Church ain’t for me.” “Why not Hester Sue?” “Don’t wanna to be around no sliders and dividers.” “Sliders and dividers?” “Backsliders are folks who go back to their nasty ways.” “And dividers?” “They always dividin’ the church.” “Do you still worship?” “Yeah, I still worship. In the wine vault while the folks at… Read More Hester Sue
“Could anything good come from Clarington Cross?” She bristled as she remembered the disparaging, rhetorical question posed by Mrs. Danvers. Miserable woman. Who did she think she was? Sticking her thin nose up in the air like that as if she smelled a rat. Well, this lass was no rat. She had brains and a… Read More From Good Stock
Notes to Women 