I did suffer some twinges when I decided not to renew my MJ
subscription. I started subscribing in
the seventies, annoying my parents and my then husband. But after thirty some years, I would be
digging issues out the magazine basket and recycling them without even glancing
at them.
So I subscribed to The
Episcopal Journal, which I do read.
I settle down with the paper and a cup of tea and feel like I’m in Dibley
or St. Mary Mead.
This isn’t really supposed to make a point. But please share your comments.
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