When I was growing up, we owned a boat called the Way Ahead. A few years ago I named a blog after the boat.
The blog's evolved over time. It now documents my divorce from the United Methodist Used-to-Be-a-Church.
The latest post, a letter from my friend Jack, who's in prison in the deep South for the next whole bunch of years, stars a cedar waxwing. Hop over there; it's worth the read.