LiViNg LiFe SeReNDiPiTOusLY and HoNoRiNg ThE FLoW

Jesus God Hallelujia!


Someone in CHURCH yesterday

asked me if I had been planning

on opening a bar

called CHURCH

for a long time.


It got me thinking.


I have known

that I love the Hospitality Industry

since High School

& College;

receiving my

Bachelor’s in Business

with a Major

in Hotel, Restaurant, & Travel.


I get bored easily

and there is never a dull moment

in the bar business.


If I learned anything

from that

Seventies Education

it was that to create a

Designation Food,


or Entertainment Establishment

you must provide

more than food and drink.

You must create an experience

for your guests

and you must give them

something that they are guaranteed

to talk about

around the break room

the next day at work.


After working

with major

hotel corporations

in Franchise Development

and Quality Assurance,

my life changed.


I (thought) I veered

from THAT world

when completing

a Master’s Degree

in Education & Psychology

in the early Eighties.


I needed THAT

to boost my confidence

and knowledge

of how the hell

to raise two children

whom I loved dearly

when I was only in my

early twenties my self.


I enjoyed that responsibility

and life and about died

when it ended.


In the late Eighties

when confronted with

a quest for truth,

I pursued

a Master’s in Divinity

with a Major in

Pastoral Care.


Not able to reconcile

the incongruities between

The Dogma of The Church

and what I knew to be True inside,

I left the Church proper

(Sister Louisa’s story is really my story)

and began secular work

with troubled adolescents

and their parents.


After years of THAT,

I had an itch to create vignettes

within my life.


I bought,


and sold homes

in places where

NO ONE wanted to live

and elevated their worth

by filling them

with such love and beauty

that their value

was transformed.

I LOVE that.


Sister Louisa

was conceived

from this very bent

towards transformation.


I opened an antique store

in East Atlanta

in The Nineties





It was here that

I started collecting

tacky-ass pictures

of Jesus.


Assloads of them.


Being weak minded,


I surround myself with

is who I become.


I have always kept

a picutre of Jesus

by my bed

so that his energy,


and single mindedness

is the first thing

that I see

when I wake up.



I know,

but true.


Destiny had it

that I would meet

Hollis, Daniel, and Lary

and during our first meeting

would decide to travel

for a couple of weeks


to Prague




Through this ridiculous

and life-changing encounter,

Lary informed me

that I was gay,

Hollis inspired me

to say what I believed,

and Daniel amazed me

with his childlike

expression of life.


Sister Louisa

was conceived

through the excitement

of our new relationship

and the planning of the

first Telephone Factory Art Show.


Daniel was a real artist

with paint on his clothes

and shoes,

and he cut his own hair.


Hollis spewed hilarity,

because she has

no other damn choice.

That Bitch can write.


Lary is God.

He’s above and beyond

all things Human.


I knew that I

wasn’t a “real” artist,

that my art

was the art of living.



I went to my antique store

and took all the

tacky-ass pictures of Jesus

off the walls

(that nobody bought),

brought them to The Telephone Factory

and wrote what was on

the inside of me

on the outside of

those paintings.



by what came out,

I couldn’t sign them

Grant Henry.


I created an alter ego

to which I assigned

the name Sister Louisa,

her being a woman

to eliminate any suspicion

that she

was I.


Sister Louisa

sold sixty plus

pieces of art

her first show.


I thought,



Having made some money

with my real estate,

I decided to sell everything,

houses, cars, shit.


I had been making

Sister Louisa Art

but couldn’t take

it with me,

so I filled the dumpster

behind the Telephone Factory

with her art,

and darted off to Mexico

to live simply,




after a year,

I realized that

I wasn’t done



I returned to Atlanta

and was confronted

with the terrifying fact

that a friend had retrieved

and stored all of my

Sister Louisa Art

from the dumpster.


Boomerang Jesus.



I told a friend

who owned a Restaurant

and another Bar,

The Local,

that I wanted to learn

to bartend

so that I could have parties

in my new loft

at The Telephone Factory.


I did NOT want a job,

I wanted to learn

to bartend.



I bartended at The Local

for almost 10 years

and rememebered

why I loved the

hospitality industry

and bar business.


Sister Louisa

continued to refuse to die,

and she thrived in

Sister Louisa’s Art Gallery

in The Church of The Living Room

in The Telephone Factory.


Through the encouragement

and support of amazing friends

and family,

you know who you are,

I left The Local

to open a bar




I already had the art.

I already had the church chandeliers.

I already had tons of Jesus shit.

I already do Sister Louisa matches.

I already had the best training on how to run a bar.

I already am a marketing whore.

I already had a Last Supper Table.

I already had Blood-of-Christ Red Leather Sofa Set.

I already had a Ping Pong Table.

I already had a Collection of Authentic Roadside Religious Signs.


I am not smart enough to know



I have been planning

on opening a bar

called CHURCH

for a long time.



I’ve conducted several encounters called






It is because of

the love and support of

all of my friends

and family

that I am able

to focus forward

with blinders on

and let

what is being created here

be created.


It’s not me.

I have nothing to do with it.


I just am too lazy

to stand in it’s way.





…Come On In, Precious!

will open as soon as

“her” liquor license

is approved.


I’d guess




Thank You for your patience,

and excitement.


Jesus loves your butt.

-Sister Louisa