Throughout my three and a half years of having this blog, people have asked me about the name. I review biblical books, talk about biblical concepts from those books, occasionally talk about my life, even Pac-Man . . . but spoiled milk? And why in the plural. Spoiled milks? I thought I’d share with you two events that have scarred me deeply. Deeply enough to carry this burden around on my own as a spectacle to the world. It’s the thorn in my flesh.
The Four Letter Curd Word
Once upon a time, anybody who was anybody was a part of the megalodon known as MySpace. It was all the rage back home. I was never one for writing, not until my life flashed before my eyes. What was thought to be a one-off occurrence soon became just too common. In my family growing up, we always drank a…
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