When my husband and I bought our first home, it was with the conviction that it was our last home.…
Big Dog in a Big Crisis and Me Giving Thanks
It began as slower walks around the block and clumsier hops onto the couch. When the crisis occurred, we had…
My 99-Cent Novel. How I Feel About Seeing my Book on the Discount Rack.
Bless you for your wisdom, Chacón.
Cyclones and Cycles: Letting Go of Stuff
Hurricane Harvey has come and gone leaving the Flood from Hell in his wake. I feel not one bit qualified…
Harvey (Not the Big Invisible Rabbit)
Hurricane Harvey is on his way. Oh, he was supposed to be just a little tropical storm. A “rain event.”…
Health, Hope, and Mud-Dung Candy: Living in the Present
I came away from Facebook for a few weeks. I logged back in a few times not because I wanted…
“In the beginning was the Word” and we took it very seriously.
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” (John1:1, KJV)) In…
Porpoises and Purposes
A pod of porpoises often comes close to shore near our new home. It seems, if you’ll forgive the anthropomorphism, that they are making fun of the fishermen on shore.
Remembering Dad
My dad, my favorite amateur (as in, non-professional) grammarian, died last week at the age of eighty-six. Dad could, in…
Emergency Salads, Tornadoes, and Permanent Cow Fixtures
I realized I cannot stand up and be who and what I need to be without first kneeling and being humble to what I have been given.