My Great Grandma Coia was always up to something. One overcast Sunday morning she was walking to church in her hometown of Bloomington, Indiana. She had on a freshly ironed, red print dress, her best shoes, and a red hat. She was using an umbrella as a walking stick. As a devout Catholic, Grandma Coia rarely missed Mass. My parents were accompanying her as guests at her church that day so they walked with her and witnessed what happened.
The elastic broke on Grandma's bloomers and they fell down around her ankles. Grandma immediately kicked the bloomers high into the air, opened her umbrella, and caught the flying pants. She clicked the umbrella shut and kept right on walking.
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There's nothing sinister about a woman minister. This is a lifestyle blog about a clergywoman interacting with her parishioners, the surrounding townspeople, and the wider world with a dash of humor, a pinch of religion, and a sprinkle of the Meaning of Life thrown in.
About Me
- Irreverent Reverend
- I've been a pastor of several churches of 100 to 500 members, a sales representative, a corporate trainer, and have worked in offices in various capacities. I've lived in Wales, Germany, England, and Brazil. I took comedy lessons at Comedy Gym and performed a couple of times on amateur night at a comedy club. Now I'm back to being a pastor again.
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